Semua Bab The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Nyla’s POVSince the last time his eyes glowed black, Killian had not woken up.He continued to breathe. Alive. But there was something aloof about him.I brushed the hair from his face while sitting next to his bed. "Killian, please get back to me," I said. "The true you. Not this gloom.He twitched, but his eyes remained closed.The door was knocked on.I leaped. "Yes?"Silently, Mira intervened. The fighters want to see Killian. They want to know his thoughts on the ruins."No," I blurted out. "He's sleeping. He's... worn out.Mira gave me a look. "Is that the sole explanation?"I forced a smile as I nodded. Indeed. All he needs is time.She paused. Then bowed. "My Queen, as you say."I stopped smiling when she went. I had trembling hands.In actuality, Killian was evolving. Not only his eyes. His voice alone wasn't enough.He had it in his fragrance. His aura. His spirit itself.I was unable to inform the pack. They wouldn't comprehend. Some may even attempt to hurt him.And I cou

Nyla’s POVIt was too quiet in the village. I had been strolling about the tiny community to see how the people were doing and to make sure they were all secure. However, the typical sounds of everyday life—the rustle of market stalls, the chatter of children playing—were absent. The planet itself seemed to be holding its breath, and the air seemed heavy and thick.The silence was suddenly broken by a scream.My heart thumping in my chest, I hurried to the source. There was mayhem in the village square. I couldn't see what people were running from, but they were shouting and running. I heard it then, the distinct growl of wolves, but these were not your typical wolves. They were shadows.My breath seized in my throat as I froze. The wolves were sleek, with eyes that glowed a dangerous crimson and bodies composed of whirling darkness. Like ghosts, they drifted between the buildings, disappearing and then resurfacing in sudden bursts of darkness."What are they?" I said to myself, my he

Nyla’s POVI tried to concentrate on the dancing shadows in the room's corners by blinking. I had to breathe more shallowly because the air seemed heavy, like it was crushing against my chest. In front of me, Auren's eyes glowed dangerously brightly. The throne, a massive, twisted seat composed of bone and obsidian that towered like some dark king's chair, loomed behind him.I experienced an odd tug as soon as I saw it. It was an old, black, and strong throne. Despite my inner want to turn and go, I was unable to take my eyes off it.Auren saw me fight the need to run away and smiled. His tone was mocking and gentle as he inquired, "Do you like it?""Why are you displaying this to me?" A knot in my stomach tightened as I whispered.With his eyes fixed on me, Auren took a step closer. Because, Nyla, you are supposed to sit next to me on this throne. Together, we were destined to rule."Rule?" My voice sounded incredulous. "You killed a lot of people. You're a monster!For a little mome

I was unable to do it. I was unable to murder him. Not in this manner. Not when he wasn't really to blame.Auren had twisted his spirit and snatched his body. It was the remains of the man I had loved, not Killian, who stood in front of me. I still had feelings for the man. Deep down, I could sense him fighting to escape the restraints Auren had put on him."Killian," I said as I moved forward. My hands were shaking, and my heart was racing. "I am unable to... I am unable to murder you.His eyes were empty as he looked at me. His voice wasn't his own, but his mouth moved. It was mechanical and frigid. You have to get rid of me. I don't know. I am nothing."No," I said angrily, taking a step forward. "This is not how I'll let you go."I touched his chest, sensing the slender throb of life that remained within him. My grief and my resolve caused the Crimson Flame inside of me to awaken. I gathered all the remaining strength and closed my eyes.With a steady yet passionate voice, I whisp

Nyla’s POVI opened my eyes. And noticed stars.There are stars everywhere, not only in the sky. Swirling in a sea of gold are bright, brilliant lights of every hue.I was adrift. I wasn't cold, though. I didn't feel scared.I was at peace."Where am I?" I said."You are in the realm between life and eternity," a voice said, as quiet as a breeze across leaves.I pivoted.Seven women, each clad in robes of flame, starlight, and shadow, stood in front of me, all gleaming with light. They have gentle yet strong eyes.One took a step forward. Her features resembled mine, but she was older and wiser."Nyla, you are now one of us," she remarked. "A Queen of Flames."I blinked. "I'm... dead?"A second queen smiled. "Your body is still. However, your soul has transcended.I looked down. Both the floor and the ground were absent. Just drifting stars and sparkling mist underfoot.But, I said, "Killian." "My folks. The world—The first queen declared, "They live." However, they are in pain. The