All Chapters of The Lunar Queen's Redemption : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning light crept through the shattered panes of the vault’s east window, painting the smoke‐scarred walls with soft gold. Nyra stirred on a makeshift pallet of furs, the acrid tang of brimstone still clinging to her skin. Her hand moved to her midriff, where the faintest flutter of warmth pulsed beneath the surface, an echo of the ritual’s corruption.She rose to her feet, unsteady, and staggered toward the small basin of cold water. As she cupped it to her lips, a wave of nausea rolled through her. Nyra bolted upright, fisting the sides of the basin. “No,” she whispered. “Not now.”Before her reflection in the cracked glass, her eyes; once bright amber, danced with silver specks, an unsteady shimmer. She pressed trembling fingers to her abdomen, feeling the faint, insistent thrum of life.Selene’s voice, hoarse with worry, drifted in from the corridor. “Nyra, we need to move. Selira’s forces breach the outer walls.”Nyra steadied herself. She mustn’t betray weakness now. She nodde

The moon hung low and full over the Silver Fang Citadel, its pale light spilling through the arched windows of the grand banqueting hall. Long tables of polished obsidian gleamed beneath a canopy of silken banners, each embroidered with the silver wolf sigil of Nyra’s line. Guests from every corner of the realm had gathered to celebrate the fragile peace between the Moonborn and their former enemies, and to honor the triumphant return of Queen Nyra, daughter of Luna herself.Candles flickered along the vaulted ceiling, gilded chandeliers swaying gently as torches flared in the cool night breeze. Musicians tuned their strings in a corner, the low hum of lutes and the soft tap of drums promising revelry. Nyra stood at the head of the hall, radiant in a gown of midnight blue velvet embroidered with starlight threads. Her hair, braided with silver filaments, caught the lamplight as she smiled and greeted her people. At her side stood Selene, her mother, whose own beauty had only deepened

Moonlight slanted through the jagged crack in the cavern’s stone roof, illuminating the cratered floor in ghostly silver. Nyra’s breaths came fast and shallow as she stepped across puddles of stagnant water, her boots echoing against the cavern walls. Each footfall carried the weight of her terror and determination, she would do anything to save Caelum and their unborn child, even if it meant bargaining with a demon.The air was thick with sulfur and ash, a haze that clung to Nyra’s skin. Before her, bound in chains of black iron that pulsed with faint runes, sat Imreth, Lord of Ash and Oath. He was taller than any mortal man, his form shrouded in shifting smoke that swirled around chiselled features. His eyes glowed molten orange, twin embers of ancient fury and terrible promise.“Welcome, Queen of Ash,” Imreth intoned, his voice a low rumble that made the torches flicker. Each word seemed to echo infinitely in the cavern. “You kept your end of the bargain. Caelum’s life was spared,

The Silver Fang Citadel slumbered beneath a blood-red moon, its towers casting twisted shadows across the courtyard. Nyra stood before the iron doors of the Forbidden Chamber, a vault sealed by ancient magic and dark blood rites. Above, the lunar eclipse had begun; the moon’s silver light wavered and dimmed beneath a veil of red.Her heart thundered as she pressed a trembling hand to the runed seal. The infernal brand on her palm pulsed in response, each beat echoing the price she had already paid, and the debts she still owed. Behind her, the cavern pulsed with torchlight, casting flickering patterns across the black marble floor. Argents and rubies studded every surface, glowing with a hunger she could still feel in her bones.“Nyra,” came Ryker’s low whisper. He stood beside her in the dim glow, cloak billowing, face drawn with worry and desire. “Are you certain about this?”She met his fierce, golden gaze. “It is the only way to bind this magic. To seal the curse Imreth placed upo

Night’s obsidian cloak settled over the Silver Fang Citadel as Nyra stood before the obsidian archway carved into living rock. Flickers of crimson light glowed from the runes etched around its frame, runes that pulsed with the forbidden blood magic she had learned in the Abyssal Archives. Behind her, Ryker stood guard, muscles coiled like springs, eyes sharp as wolf’s fangs.Beyond the portal lay the Demon Realm, an empire of iron and fire where brimstone winds never ceased and rivers of liquid flame carved paths through the blackened earth. This was the domain of Azhagor, the King of Fire, whose power burned hotter than the sun. Nyra closed her eyes and pressed her palm; branded by wolf, moon, and flame, to the sigil at her waist. She whispered the incantation, voice trembling yet resolute.“Open,” she commanded.The runes flared white-hot, then cracked apart like shattered stars. The archway collapsed inward, revealing a corridor of living magma. A wave of heat stormed forth, scorch