All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Temple QuakesHelena hardly had a moment to catch her breath.The revelation about her parents still resonated in her chest like a fresh injury—sharp, burning, too heavy to bear. Aiden held her tightly, providing comfort as the chamber’s frigid silence enveloped them. Yet even in his embrace, she felt unstable, as though the ground beneath could give way.Then the ground truly shook.A profound rumble coursed through the earth, resonating up their legs. Dust floated down from the domed ceiling. Aiden’s head jerked up immediately, instincts on high alert, his wolf instincts surfacing.“What was that?” Helena murmured.Before the Moon Priestess could respond, another fierce tremor jolted through the chamber. Ancient scrolls rattled. Moonstone tablets toppled off their shelves and shattered. The torches fixed to the walls flared, their flames turning an eerie blue.Aiden positioned himself in front of Helena. “This place isn’t secure. We must move—now.”But the priestess shook her he

The Ambush in the Hollow TunnelsLuna pressed forward as the tunnel constricted, her torch flickering against the icy stone surfaces. The atmosphere felt dense, resonating with an indescribable energy that unsettled her. Rowan’s footsteps were silent behind her, yet she sensed his presence—steady, vigilant, prepared.“Keep close,” he whispered.His voice reverberated in the darkness, providing her with a sense of stability.“I am,” she replied softly, even as her heart raced.They had anticipated that the inner chambers of the Moon Temple would be serene, undisturbed for hundreds of years. Instead, with each step deeper, the sensation of being observed intensified—as if the shadows themselves were eavesdropping.Kai followed behind, his instincts honed, his nose quivering. “Something isn’t right. The scent ahead… it’s faint, but it’s fresh. Someone has been here not long ago.”Luna’s stomach knotted. “Are they still nearby?”Before he could respond, a deep growl reverberated from the

The Heartstone's luminescence remained unyielding.It erupted.Light surged from the crystal the instant Luna's fingers made contact with it—white, gold, and fierce—so blinding that Rowan flinched and swept an arm over his eyes. Kai muttered a curse as the entire chamber quaked, dust cascading from the ceiling like falling ash.Yet Luna remained completely motionless.Her breath caught as a pulse—more potent than a heartbeat—struck her chest like a tsunami. It was more than mere power. It was a presence. Ancient. Aware. Famished.Her legs gave way.“Luna!” Rowan dashed forward, catching her around the waist to prevent her from collapsing. But the instant he touched her, the light surged once more—wild, unrestrained magic flaring outward.Rowan was hurled back like a rag doll.He crashed against the stone wall with a grunt, dust billowing around him. Kai barely had time to curse before a shockwave swept through the chamber, sending him skidding across the ground.The Heartstone's glow

Midnight Whispers in the StormThe tempest swept over the mountains like a wounded animal, its growl reverberating through the valley. Lightning flashed across the horizon, casting the forest in silver for an instant before plunging it back into shadow. Raine stood beneath the crumbling archway of the ancient shrine, her cloak drenched, her breath escaping in anxious puffs.She sensed his approach long before the sound of footsteps reached her ears.A heartbeat.A constriction in her chest.An warmth that pressed against her senses like a flame seeking air.Alden.He emerged through the downpour, every part of him soaked, each step heavy and commanding. His hair clung to his forehead, his dark eyes shimmering faintly in the murky storm. Lightning illuminated his imposing figure with a ghostly blue glow.“Raine,” he said, his voice thick with a mix of anger, fear, and yearning. “Why did you run off by yourself?”She swallowed hard. “Because you would have stopped me.”“I should have,”

The Weight of FateThe tempest had cleared, but its remnants lingered in the atmosphere—thick, moist, and oppressive, like the exhalation of a world on the brink of collapse. Aurora found herself at the boundary of the devastated courtyard, the stones underneath her boots still slick from the rainfall. Although the sky above the Moon Temple was now clear enough for a few stars to emerge, it wasn’t clear enough to dispel the enduring darkness that seemed to shadow her relentlessly.The Elder Wolves had assembled within the grand hall. Their hushed voices floated through the air, low and uncertain, resembling the quivering growl of a wounded creature. She could sense their uncertainty, their hesitation… and beneath it all, their fear. Not of her. But of the prophecy linked to her lineage.Kade stood beside her, quiet, observant, tense. His hand hovered near the small of her back—not making contact, but close enough for her to feel his warmth, his grounding presence. She didn’t bother to