Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonbound desire : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The night had fallen silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The sky was a dark canvas, painted with scattered stars and the soft glow of the moon. Ronan sat against the stone wall of the abandoned cottage, his body still sore from the earlier skirmish. The pale light of the moon filtered through the cracks in the wooden walls, casting eerie shadows across the room. He was no longer the man who had walked in with confidence days ago. Wounds, both physical and emotional, marred him, and the weight of his secret gnawed at his mind.Selene sat beside him, her presence a quiet comfort. She hadn’t said much since they arrived, and neither had he. The space between them felt charged with something unspoken, a tension thick enough to feel tangible in the air. Their eyes occasionally met, but neither was brave enough to hold the gaze for long.“Ronan…” Selene’s voice was soft, hesitant, as if testing the waters. “We need to talk about what happened back there.”His jaw t

The silence that followed the distant rustle in the trees hung heavily between them. Selene’s heart hammered against her chest, her breath shallow as she strained to catch any further sounds of movement. The eerie calmness was suffocating, but the feeling of being watched was undeniable. Every nerve in her body screamed for action.Ronan’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body stiff with alertness. He glanced over at Selene, his brow furrowed in concern, but his voice was steady as he whispered, “We’re not alone.”Cassian, too, had drawn his blade, his eyes flicking around, scanning their surroundings with sharp precision. “It’s not just the wind,” he muttered, his tone laced with frustration. “There’s someone—or something—out there.”Selene swallowed, forcing herself to meet Ronan’s gaze. Her pulse raced, but there was no room for fear. Not now. Not when they were so close to finding the answers they needed. But something about the tension in the air felt different—more d

The forest was too still.Not the calm of peace—but the kind that pressed against Selene’s chest like a held breath before a scream. The mist was thicker than usual, curling around her boots as she stepped lightly over the moss-covered stones. Behind her, Ronan limped, refusing to let his injury slow him down despite the pallor in his face. Cassian trailed behind them, silent, watchful, as if sensing the shift in the air.They had followed the map Varian gave them—drawn with shaking hands and the words, “You have to go where the veil is thinnest. Where her blood calls the old power.”Selene hadn’t understood it then. But now? She felt it. Something ancient stirred beneath the roots of this forest. Something waiting.“We’re close,” she whispered, glancing at the stone markings half-buried in the undergrowth. Runes. Older than any language she knew. Her fingertips brushed against one and a sudden jolt of energy shot up her arm, making her stumble back.Ronan caught her. “Careful.”But i

The air was heavy, thick with an energy that pressed against Selene’s chest. It wasn’t just the remnants of the storm—it was her. Her magic. It churned within her like a wildfire, burning in a way it never had before. Her power had always been volatile, but this… this was something else.“Selene,” Ronan’s voice broke through the haze of her thoughts. His hand was on her arm, grounding her. His skin was pale, his wound still seeping blood, but there was a strength in him that defied it.She turned to him, eyes wide. “Ronan, I can’t… I don’t know how to control it.”“It’s not just your magic anymore,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking to the scorched earth around them, the trees now blackened and skeletal. The aftermath of the battle still hung in the air, the echoes of destruction lingering like smoke. “But you’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together.”Selene swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath. She wanted to believe him, needed to believe him, but the fire inside her… it

The wind howled through the desolate landscape, carrying with it the scent of ash and burning wood. The remnants of the battle had left their mark—scarred earth, smoldering trees, and a silence that felt unnatural. In the distance, the storm clouds still loomed, a reminder of the fury Selene had unleashed the night before. The world had changed, and so had she.Selene moved forward, her boots crunching over the frozen ground, her breath visible in the cold air. She felt the weight of every step, the burden of her magic pulsing beneath her skin. It wasn’t the same power she had once wielded. No, this was something darker, more dangerous. She could feel it in the depths of her bones—something ancient, something that did not belong to her.Behind her, Ronan’s footsteps were heavy, slower than usual. She had to force herself to ignore the concern gnawing at her. His wound, while bandaged, was far from healed. His body was still fighting the infection, and Selene knew that each day they pu