All Chapters of The Stand-In Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ashley The air pressed warmly into my cheeks, or maybe it was the blood rushing into them, because I couldn't tell the difference clearly. So many emotions were going through me over and over again, like tidal waves crashing against each other, and submerging everything else around them. Cheekbones sharp, with eyes still two slanted almonds that held thinly veiled malice inside of them, she remained held between the two guards on her knees, her torn dress brushed the tiled floor, silently rustling with every push of wind that came through the window. When she opened her mouth to finally talk, her voice was almost casual, like we were two old distant friends running into each other at the market instead of in the middle of a siege. “What a wonderful welcome,” she glanced at the guards holding her arms and preventing her from moving too far. “I can see that all the stories about Lycans being brutes are true.” “Get to the point, Carina. There's no time for this. If you aren't read

Ashley The ground shook beneath my feet, and the air vibrated with snarls, growls, and the grunts of people struggling to keep the Tribe from falling apart. The rogues had gathered with a ferocity I hadn’t seen in all my life. They were not scattered and feral alone, but there seemed to be their method to their madness. The walls of the Lycan Tribe Territory rattled with their pounding. The battle had truly, truly begun. Jace wasn't even here yet and things were already getting bad. For every three rogues that fell, there was at least one injured or killed Lycan. The deaths weren't a lot on our end yet, but they were still more than we needed or wanted.I forced myself to breathe evenly as I sprinted alongside Zane, weaving through the chaos to find my way to the lab where I kept the liquid weapon I had spent a lot of time creating. Clara, Bryce, and Carina were already peeling away, heading toward the eastern breach where the rogues had been pressing hardest. I watched Carina for

AshleyThe walls of the cove seemed to pulse with the sound of claws scratching against stone, the guttural growls of rogues echoing in the narrow chamber like a death knell.My breath came out in shallow bursts as I pressed my back to the rock, my knuckles white around the vial that held our last resort, which was the silver salt concoction I had painstakingly made, the only weapon strong enough to turn the tide of this battle. There was still more to come, but our time was running out fast, and we had to act with intensity and clarity.Lucas’s voice still rang in my ears, mocking, cruel, final. The eerie drag of his maniacal laughter scratching the grooves of my brain.Carina’s lifeless form was only a few feet away, her bow bent unnaturally beneath her body, crimson spreading in a grotesque, swelling pool beneath her petite frame. The image was branded behind my eyes, and I fought the overwhelming grief that threatened to choke me. The image was going to haunt me for weeks, that I

Ashley The final battle was here, and it could be the last straw to break the camel's back. Or, in better, less vague terms, the last battle to determine if the Lycan Tribe was going to emerge out of it in one piece.The forest was quieter than it should have been. The rogues had started to fall back after Lucas’s death, the pack of snarling bodies now scattered into shadows that melted into the trees. Their eyes were uncertain and a little afraid, as they watched Bryce and I from the shadows, their beady red eyes flowing. For a moment, I almost thought the battle was over. But then when we descended down the hill, and found Clara's pierced body, I got a rude awakening. It was far from over.Bryce picked her up, and my stomach swam with a hint of nausea. My heart sank when her body crumpled against Bryce’s side, pale and drenched in blood where Lucas had stabbed her. I rushed forward, my heart slamming painfully against my ribs.“Clara." A warm flush of air left my lips as I droppe

Ashley The world bleached into blinding white.The searing crack of lightning tore through me, a flood of pain so consuming I thought it would set me ablaze and put a stop to the rapid beating of my heart. For a heartbeat, or maybe an eternity, there was no sound, no breath, no blood, only light. A light that soon morphed into something else, something anew, pushing itself into my mind, and into my eyes until I was one with it. It shaped itself into a sky not my own, painted in fire and dusk. I stood, although certain that my body lay broken somewhere else, on a plain that stretched forever—far past the edges of my vision. Wind howled, yet it carried whispers, voices of ages past. I clutched at my chest, but there was no wound, no blood. Only trembling, and the great feeling that there was something that I had to see.Then the voices grew louder, and the plain shifted. Shadows and flames danced into form, weaving a story before my eyes.A story that had long since passed, woven bef