Semua Bab THE FORSAKEN LUNA; Moonfire Reborn: Bab 151 - Bab 158

A flicker of rage appeared in her eyes, a flaming gleam that revealed the silent rage that simmered beneath her calm exterior. “You don't get to tell me what to do,” she growled.Ethan let out a sigh. In a frustrated gesture, he had mastered over the years of putting up with Ravena's stubbornness. He ran his fingers through his hair. “There we go again,” he said in a tight voice. “ Have you forgotten what happened the last time we went to Nightfang? You were almost killed. And you vanished for weeks. We even thought you died. Jarred almost took your position. Please don't go to Nightfang.”Her resolve was as sharp as her eyes which narrowed to dangerously thin slits. Yes. She was familiar with the story as if it had happened yesterday. Including all of its heartbreaking details. Ravena died trying to save her. And she lost her life as well. But miraculously, she was reborn in Ravena's body.Ethan still thinks Ravena is alive. It will break him if he ever gets to know the truth.A pa

The dining room’s tall windows let in the soft golden morning sun which warmed the polished mahogany table. Meredith arranged the final breakfast dishes with care, her movements fluid and well-practiced. A steaming pot of coffee, a bowl of gleaming fresh fruit, and plates of fluffy pancakes were arranged invitingly. Rich coffee, sweet syrup, and a savory aroma from the kitchen filled the air with the aroma of the meal. Bethar sat at the head of the table, but his eyes were far away, deep in concentration. The faint aroma of the food and the soft clinking of the dishes gradually brought him back. He heard a soft sound of footsteps approaching just as he was about to grab the coffee pot. He raised his head, his gaze rising to the doorway. As Estelle entered the dining room. A lovely smile appeared on her lips. Her silk gown shimmered softly in the morning light as she moved with exquisite grace. She was carrying a tray in her hands which she balanced carefully. As she looked di

In anger, Estelle slammed her door. The sound, a harsh punctuation mark to her rage, echoed through the silent hallways. With a raw guttural scream that ripped from her throat, she threw everything on her dressing mirror away with a frantic arm sweep. A fragile perfume bottle shattered against the wall, its aroma blending with the pungent odor of her rage. A silver brush clattered to the ground and then jewelry fell like a waterfall. Her fists clenched, knuckles white, and shaking.As though she had run a long race, her chest heaved and she started breathing heavily. She had a dangerous fire burning in her eyes which were normally sparkling with craftiness. His daughter was more important to him than she was. In her mind, the idea was a poisonous sting. He used to devote all of his time to her. Giving her every look, every word, and every moment. However, his focus has been split ever since that brat entered the house. It felt torn from her rather than merely divided. She heard

“No!” Their collective scream rang out through the tense air. A chilling sound of fear that Lira could hear in her ears but she had a firm resolve.Their eyes glazed in panic as they all stared at her and the gleaming dagger she was holding in her shaking hand.Every breath was held captive by the horrifying scene as the air crackled with a silent desperation. Bethar appeared to be about to pass out, his face pale with horror.His wide shoulders, which are typically so firm and comforting, appeared to sag under an unseen burden. His gaze seemed to be fixed on a stranger as he gazed at his only child, his beloved Lira. His heart was threatened to stop completely by the terrifying picture of her about to hurt herself. “ Please Lira,” he begged in a whisper that could hardly be heard over the racing pounding of his own heart. “Anything you want, I'll do. Just drop the dagger.” Normally full of fierce protectiveness his eyes now swam with a pleading, desperate sorrow. He reached out t