All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Shadows Over the FortressThe fortress loomed in silence under the fading moon, its stone walls laden with anxiety. Once filled with the shouts and laughter of warriors training through the night, the atmosphere now throbbed with dread. Every noise — the creak of the gates, the whisper of the leaves — seemed magnified, disturbing.Alpha Reven and Luna Selene had been absent for almost a week. No news. No indication. Only the faint vibrations that pulsed through the earth every so often, as if the ground itself was sighing in sorrow.Commander Jorah stood on the edge of the courtyard, the moonlight highlighting the rugged features of his face. His wolf was restless beneath his skin, pacing and snapping at invisible shadows. He had fought alongside Reven for years — witnessed him bleed, rage, and claim victory. Yet, he had never experienced the world altering in his absence.A guard approached quietly, his armor shimmering slightly. “Commander, the southern patrol hasn’t returned.”Jora

The Voice Of Blood The cavern grew eerily quiet. Only the faint resonance of the glowing runes filled the air, pulsing in sync with Selene’s heartbeat.Her breath came rapidly as the crimson eyes watched her from the shadows. For a moment, she was frozen. Then — a voice. Deep. Familiar. Too human to be attributed to the creature lurking in the dark.“Selene…”The sound enveloped her name like a memory — gentle, quivering, steeped in sorrow.Reven tensed beside her, his claws shimmering slightly in the silver glow. “Who’s there?” he shouted, his voice bouncing off the stone walls.No response came. Just the slow, steady thrum of footsteps.Selene’s heart raced. She recognized that voice. It was more than mere familiarity — it resonated in her very blood.When the creature emerged into the light, Selene felt her legs nearly buckling.It wasn’t a monster. Not now.A woman stood before her — or what was left of one. Her form sparkled with an ethereal glow, her hair as pale as ice, her ey

The Night of TremorsThe earth growled like an injured creature. The fortress stones creaked, cracking under a pressure they could not see as the moon turned a bloody red in the sky. Every wolf within the stronghold sensed it—the call of ancient power coursing through their very bones.Jorah stumbled out of the command hall, his claws only partially formed, his eyes glowing gold. “Secure the gates!” he yelled, but his voice was swallowed by the chorus of howling—hundreds of wolves crying out together, a blend of anguish and fear. He glanced toward the valley where their Alpha and Luna had disappeared days earlier. Lightning illuminated the landscape, not from above but emerging from the ground itself, rending the forest with streaks of crimson light.“What is going on?” Mira exclaimed as she rushed to stand beside him. Her hair clung to her face, her eyes filled with dread.“The curse,” Jorah growled. “It’s awake and raging.”The soldiers in the yard struggled to maintain their footi

When the Moon WeepsThe subsequent night arrived too quickly, shrouding the fortress in a heavy, unsettling stillness. The torches lining the walls flickered dimly, their flames wavering like fading stars. Wolves now roamed in pairs, their ears quivering at every sound, their hearts burdened with fatigue and fear.Jorah leaned against the western watchtower, gazing into the fog. They had been waiting for three days. Three long, seemingly endless days had passed since the earth ceased to tremor. No fresh shocks, no voices, no indications — only silence.Sleep evaded him. Each time he shut his eyes, the valley appeared before him — illuminated in red, exhaling darkness — accompanied by Selene’s voice floating on the breeze.“Commander,” a gentle voice called from behind. It was Mira again. She had scarcely left his side since that fateful night. Her robes were stained with ash and dried blood from her efforts to care for the injured, yet her spirit radiated a quiet resilience that reass

Shadows of the PastMoonlight faintly glistened through the shattered windows of the old cabin, creating eerie shapes on the floorboards. Aria lingered in the doorway, her breath haggard. This place — this desolate structure deep in the forest — was where everything had begun. The aroma of damp moss and rotting wood mingled with a subtle hint of something she could never forget: blood.Her heart ached as she brushed her fingers against the wall, recalling the screams, the betrayal, the night her life unraveled.Behind her, Kael entered silently. His presence infused the space with warmth, despite the biting wind outside. “You shouldn’t have come here on your own,” he said quietly.Aria turned to meet his eyes. “I had to, Kael. I must confront what happened here. I need to remember everything.”Kael’s jaw clenched. “Some memories are best left forgotten.”“But some are what define us,” she countered, her voice wavering. “If I can’t confront my past, how can I stand up for my future?”H