All Chapters of The Lunar Queen's Redemption : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Citadel lay in ruin beneath the blood-red dawn. Scorched banners drooped from shattered poles; half-burned bodies lay strewn among broken siege engines. Everywhere, soldiers, angelic, lupine, human, moved like ghosts, tending wounds or dragging away the dead.Nyra Duskbane stumbled through the carnage, every step a trial. Her gown was torn, stained with Ryker’s blood; her heart pounded in her ears louder than any horn. She found him where she had last left him, half-buried under rubble near the Hall of Wings.She dropped to her knees, cradling his shattered form. His silver armor was cracked, chest caved in by Selene’s lunar blade. A macabre crown of bone shards brushed his hair.“Ryker,” Nyra whispered, voice raw; tears carved tracks of ash across her cheeks. She pressed her hands over his wound, murmuring words of healing power she could scarcely muster. “Hold on… please, hold on.”Ryker’s eyes fluttered open. Gold faded to gray as he tried to smile. “Nyra,” he rasped, “you came

The Citadel’s shattered bells still trembled in the dawn air when the ivory bone banners of the northern legion advanced, spectral warriors clad in furnaced steel, armor glimmering like ghost fire. Nyra Duskbane stood on the ramparts, her threefold runes dim after Mother of Ruin’s defeat, her cloak torn but her spirit unbroken. Beside her, Ryker leaned on Urhan’s broad shoulder, Caelum and Kaelia watched the children with wary eyes, and Aelion hovered in wounded grace under silver wings.“Queen Nyra,” Aelion’s voice rang like folding wings; “they answer a war chant older than the Covenant. They seek the Mistress of Ash.”Nyra’s gaze never left the legion. “They come for me... and for her,” she breathed; “the one I betrayed.”Below, the ivory legion halted. At their forefront strode a figure wreathed in living embers: Azrath, the Flamebound Prince of the Infernal Halls. His horns gleamed with molten brimstone, wings of shadow-smoke fanned behind him, and in his scarred hand he carried

Nyra Duskbane stood at the shattered threshold of every realm’s final gate, her daughter cradled in one arm, twins held tight by Kaelia. Behind her, Ryker and Caelum knelt amid cracked cobblestones, eyes downcast. Above, the Sacrificial Moon had waned to a thin sliver, and the sky bled dawn’s first light.They had refused the prophecy’s demand and spared the Daughter of Ash. Now, the realms had spoken: Nyra was anathema, her bloodline tainted by defiance.A chorus of trumpets sounded from the heavens. Angelic wings beat in chilling unison; the Celestial Host formed ranks along the ramparts. At the Citadel’s peak, Celena the Oracle-Mistress raised her staff, its blood-red gem dull for the first time since the Sacrificial Moon began.“Queen Nyra,” she intoned, voice resonant as cracked marble; “you have shattered the covenant. By the ancient laws, you are exiled from all seven realms. Your kingdom falls; your throne is no more.”Nyra’s heart hammered. She tightened her grip on her daugh

A week had passed since the Mirror Reborn and her followers left the shrine. Their banner, broken mirror over twin moons, flapped in every wind. They’d recruited outcasts and exiles from border villages; their ranks swelled with warriors once loyal to no king.But another summons echoed across the wild lands, this one darker.From the scorched fields of Volkrash, where ash rained from permanent ember skies, came two riders, black-cloaked envoys bearing an ebony scroll. They advanced upon the Mirror Reborn’s camp, where she and her companions rested in the ruins of a fire-forged fortress.Nyra sat at the campfire’s edge, twins cooing in Kaelia’s lap, Ryker sharpened his blade; Caelum inspected recruits; Selene meditated beneath broken battlements.A rider knelt before Nyra, eyes hidden beneath cowl. They presented the ebony scroll sealed by scarlet wax bearing the symbol of the Fire King: a crown of molten rock.Nyra lifted a brow. “Read it.”The rider’s voice was low and rasping. “Que

The dawn sky was an unnatural tapestry of ash-gray and blood-red, no sun would rise again. Instead, a searing corona of living flame crowned the horizon, heralding the Eternal Queen’s rule.Nyra stood atop the scorched ramparts of the Bloodforge Keep, her dual circlet of ash and ember still pulsed against her brow. Behind her, Selene knelt at the side of the great cradle, an obsidian throne carved for a child, wrought in bone and rune. The twins, now five summers old and quick beyond belief, clung to their mother’s skirts, eyes bright with fear and wonder.Around them, the outcasts and allies of every realm gathered in reverent silence. Fendrel Windrider stood watch, his storm-gray eyes glinted with both pride and sorrow. Kharon Boneclaw’s fur bristled in the dawn wind, his horns caught the flaming light like molten metal. Seraphiel Dawnstar hovered above, wings folded, golden feathers drifting like dying sunbeams. Ryker and Caelum formed a silent guard, their blades stained with coun