All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The Blood WithinAs Aria and Kael crossed the threshold of the temple, the atmosphere thickened — laden with dust, ancient blood, and another sensation… memory.The expansive chamber in front of them was unlike anything they had encountered. Pillars embellished with bizarre runes soared high into the shadows, their surfaces slick with dried blood. At the far end, a solitary flame flickered above an altar hewn from dark stone. The floor shimmered faintly, mirroring the dim light like a reflection of shattered spirits.Kael’s instincts screamed of impending danger. Every sound, every hushed whisper in the shadows felt animated — observing them.Aria advanced cautiously, her gaze wide, her heart racing. The deeper she ventured, the louder the whispers grew. This time, they lacked words — merely faint murmurs that seeped beneath her skin and into her consciousness.When she ran her fingers along one of the stone columns, it pulsed faintly beneath her touch, radiating warmth and chill simu

Awakening the UnknownThe initial sensation that Aria experienced was silence. Not the serene, tranquil sort—but the suffocating silence that presses heavily on your chest, making it hard to breathe. As her eyes opened, she was greeted by the gentle dawn light streaming through the curtains in Kael’s room. Every sound felt far away—the chattering of morning birds, the rustling leaves, even her own heartbeat.Her body throbbed with discomfort, but not from any injuries sustained in battle. It seemed as if something profound within her had been violently torn and then delicately stitched back together with flame and shadows. Raising her hand, she observed faint silver lines pulsating beneath her skin, flowing like luminous rivers.Kael was seated beside her, his head lowered, fingers entwined in his hair. He hadn’t rested; fatigue clung to him as if it were a protective shell. The moment he sensed her movement, he lifted his head.“Aria,” he exhaled, relief flooding his gaze. “You’re aw

“The Night Before the War”,Aria positioned herself by the window, gazing out at the turbulent sky. The tempest beyond reflected the turmoil within her. Each burst of lightning revealed her image — eyes too luminous, veins outlining silver trails across her skin. The curse had transcended her; it was now fully awake.Kael lingered in the doorway, observing her silently. He had confronted numerous battles, yet nothing filled him with as much fear as witnessing the woman he adored grappling with an invisible, ancient force.“You should rest,” he suggested gently.She turned her head towards him, her voice scarcely audible. “If I close my eyes, I’ll encounter her again.”Kael moved closer, lowering himself beside her. “Let me keep you company. She may invade your dreams, but she’ll never reach you while I stand guard.”Silence stretched between them for a long moment. Finally, she grasped his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “Do you ever think fate can be cruel?”He offered a fai

Echoes Following the TempestThe battlefield now lay in an unsettling silence. Smoke wafted through the atmosphere, curling above shattered weapons and fallen soldiers. The once-lush Moonlit Vale had transformed into a desolate expanse of ash and blood. Yet, amidst the devastation, delicate rays of sunlight broke through the clouds — fragile yet tangible, akin to hope rekindled.Kael stood amidst the devastation, his chest rising and falling, silver fur stained with crimson. Surrounding him, the remaining wolves reverted to their human forms, weary yet alive. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, there was an absence of growling, no clashing of steel — only the whisper of the wind and the gradual pulse of tranquility.Aria knelt beside the fallen, her hands emitting a faint glow as she tended to those she could save. Each surge of her magic drained her energy, yet she remained resolute. These were her kin — her pack — and she would not allow them to perish if there was e

Fractures in the PackThe dawn arrived slowly and in shades of gray, as if the valley itself was reluctant to awaken. Kael rode the perimeter by himself, his breath visible in the cold air, the leather reins taut in his grip. The pack’s territory should have been coming to life with familiar, bustling sounds — merchants shouting, pups playing, warriors training — yet the morning felt empty, akin to a wound bound too tightly.He dismounted near the ancient watchstone and listened intently. Initially, only the wind responded, but soon subtle sounds emerged: a distant pack of hounds barking in a mournful manner, a trainee’s shout abruptly silenced, the low, restless murmurs of wolves unable to find peace. These minor details, though small, wove together into a pattern that unsettled him.Kael navigated the streets like a specter, vigilant to the slightest alteration. He acknowledged those he passed with a curt nod; most reciprocated, their eyes darting away. Faces that once radiated trus