All Chapters of The Stand-In Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ashley Death was not a respecter of persons. Young or old, rich or poor, everyone was someday going to be caught by its scythe. The only thing we could do was to make the best out of our lives while we still had it, and do our best to preserve it. As I watched the two bandits corner the old man and threaten his life, my mind went to so many thibgs about him. The way his eyes glistened with tears when I gave him those coins. How he offered to take me to his home because of the danger lurking in the woods. Maybe I should have been angry with him for leading the bandits to me just to get them off his family’s case, but I couldn't bring myself to feel any negativity towards him. After all, who knew just how much he had suffered to be so desperate? He was old and weak, he clearly didn't have the strength to fight off the bandits on his own, and they obviously took advantage of that. The unfair thing about the world was that more often than not, those who worked hard and tried their ver

Ashley The old man had passed away. “No. I checked him, he was supposed to be okay. He didn't have any severe injuries…” my voice died in my throat when I saw the congealed blood that had been coming out of his ears.The one thing I didn't account for—internal bleeding in the brain. No wonder he couldn't stand straight. He must have been hurt worse than I thought.His wife took him into her arms and sobbed. “Oh, Tom. He worked so hard. He worked so hard…”I stood, watching quietly, and my whole body still. I mourned his death too, because I had already planned to help him get better. Him dying was not part of my plans, especially not someone that I considered an innocent.The little girls cried as well, hanging on to their grandfather as though they could somehow bring his sould back from the world of the dead. Ther little faces, streaked with tears, brought ti the forefront of my mind a memory that I would have preferred to remain buried. “I'm sorry I couldn't save him…” I said, s

ZaneFollowing the trail was easy enough, especially after we had shifted. The process of shifting had been torture for Bryce, but he got through it. Together in our Lycan forms, we crossed distance like it was nothing, moving at a speed that made my vision nothing but colourful streaks. The smell of earth and dust rose around me as I moved, changing in thickness as we got closer to the Old Woods. Finally, we reached just the edge of the rot spreading fast through the lands; where the skies appeared darker and no birds were around to sing. The atmosphere alone made the fur on my body stand up on end. Nothing about the place felt right, and rightly so, considering the terrible history about the place. But now no one could understand exactly why things had started to progress in this way. Something must have changed. Something big. Something serious that unleashed that cursed spirit upon these lands. “We have to be careful here. There's something sinister lurking around,” I mind-li

Ashley Once, when I knew little about the world, and viewed every moment through naive lenses coloured with rainbows and sunshine, I used to think that anything and anyone would bend to the force of kindness. That as long as I showed everything love and understanding, it would come to love me too.From the very first day I met Carina, she never gave me any chance to misinterpret what she felt towards me: pure hatred. To her, I had come to steal everything that belonged to her. Back then, I could never understand why she hated me so, and always spoke badly about me, always carrying poison underneath a breath. I learnt how to not allow her words to dig deep, and how to make my hide thicker. Things changed drastically when Carina cornered me one day within the halls of the place we both called a home, and told Trina, a large girl endowed with both fat and muscle whom you would have thought was much smaller because of the nature of her name, to sit down on my back until she said otherwi

Ashley “The Cursed Spirit of the Old Woods can be freed?” Zane didn't look like he quite believed my words. There was an disbelieving gleam in his eyes and he had a brow quirked up inquisitively. “How come she was even able to communicate that to you? What we've been told all these years was that she was just bloodthirsty.”“Well, history can be very wrong. You mentioned that something had changed in the woods, didn't you? That might have been what triggered all these changes too.” I settled down in front of my dresser, drying off my hair with a towel. I paused and rolled my neck, trying to ease the sore muscles there. The past day had been a whole adventure. I still couldn't believe just how many things had occurred in so little time. The hours had winded longer than weeks. I kneaded my fingers into the sore flesh, pressing deep until I found the knots that needed loosening. The cursed spirit was just one issue on ground, I was still trying to understand how it was possible to sti