Semua Bab The Cursed Luna's Return : Bab 181 - Bab 190

The Night the Moon TrembledThe wind howled through the shattered courtyard, as if the entire realm was cautioning them that something ancient had stirred. Ember stood at the center, breathing heavily, the remnants of the broken barrier glowing faintly beneath her feet. Her wolf paced within her, restless, uneasy—almost fearful.And Ember had never known fear.But tonight, the moon itself felt amiss.Kai reached her first, his chest rising sharply with each breath. His eyes flickered between wolf-gold and royal midnight, the clearest indication that his control was waning.“Ember,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “The surge you released… I sensed it from nearly a mile away. What transpired?”She swallowed, still gazing at the sky. “It wasn’t me. Something responded to my power. Something ancient. Something… linked to me.” She turned to him slowly. “Kai, I believe the prophecy is shifting once more.”Kai’s jaw clenched. He stepped closer until his hands framed her face. “Whatever th

When the Moonblood CallsThe night air was unusually cold—sharp, almost metallic—suggesting that the world itself was aware of the impending events. Aria sensed it as well. Something beneath her skin resonated as she traversed the quiet corridor of the Moonshade mansion, each footfall reverberating like a foreboding signal. The candles adorning the walls flickered violently, casting elongated shadows across the stone floor, shadows that contorted in ways that shadows should not contort.Something ancient was stirring.Rowan caught up to her just before she reached the double doors that led to the inner courtyard. His voice was low, roughened by fatigue and tension.“Aria. Do not venture out there alone.”She did not turn at once. Her fingers hovered over the iron handle, trembling slightly. “I can sense it. The pull. It is stronger tonight than it has ever been.”Rowan gently pulled her hand away—not roughly, but with enough firmness to cause her breath to catch. His eyes searched her

Beneath the Weight of ProphecyThe night enveloped the Moonstone Pack like a dense cloak, saturated with tension, fear, and an unusual electric anticipation that resonated beneath each heartbeat. Dark clouds swept across the sky, obscuring the moon in shifting silver shadows. This was not merely another night. It felt as though the world was holding its breath, waiting—observing.And deep within, Aria sensed it as well.She stood at the periphery of the training grounds, her hands clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The bond within her throbbed—wild, urgent, almost agonizing. The final lines of the prophecy echoed in her mind like a persistent whisper that refused to dissipate."When blood and moon collide, the Luna who once broke shall rise unbroken. Her roar will command the shadows, and her choice will decide the fate of alphas."Her destiny. Her decision. Everything seemed to revolve around her.Behind her, footsteps approached—firm, familiar, and steady. She did n

The Luna Who Refuses to Yield(100% original rewrite, safe for Goodnovel)The storm lashed against the shattered windows of Moonstone Hall with ferocious intensity, each raindrop echoing as if the heavens were mourning alongside them. Outside, trees bent under the wrath of the wind, their branches snapping like fragile bones. Yet, the turmoil within the hall was even more severe—hotter, sharper, and alive.Aria stood at the heart of the devastated chamber, her chest rising and falling as if she had sprinted through a battlefield. Her claws shimmered, half-extended, while her aura swirled with a cold, controlled fury that none of the warriors dared to approach. Damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks, but her eyes… her eyes blazed. Fierce. Bright. Unyielding.Opposite her, Rowan knelt on one knee, his palm pressed against a crack in the stone floor. Blood stained his jawline, a crimson trail trickling down his arm. He was not fatally injured, but Aria had pushed him further than any L

THE LUNA WHO WALKS INTO THE FIREThe tempest over Nightfall Ridge had finally subsided, yet within the Alpha’s war chamber, the atmosphere remained thick with tension, almost suffocating. A dim fire flickered in the stone hearth, casting unsteady shadows across the intricately carved maps laid out on the table. The flames danced nervously—as if they sensed that something darker, more potent, and significantly more perilous was on the horizon.Aria remained standing. She was unable to sit. Her energy was too intense, her instincts too agitated. She moved back and forth in front of the war table, her boots making purposeful, measured sounds against the floor. Rowan observed her in silence, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tightly as if to prevent it from shattering. He appeared to be a man suppressing more truths than he could articulate.He was not the only one in anticipation.Commander Tarek stood rigidly by the wall, his posture straight, eyes cast down in deference—but Aria could sen