Semua Bab Echoes of Moonfire: Bab 141 - Bab 150

~Ivy The first thing that dragged me out of sleep was not the pale shaft of morning light through my curtains but the sing-song voice that should not have existed in my room. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” My eyes cracked open. Standing by the window was Sylara—my roommate who, until last night, had acted like I was nothing more than a piece of furniture. The same girl who never spoke to me, never made eye contact, and never even acknowledged my existence unless necessary. Now she was smiling. Smiling. I blinked, half-convinced I was still in a dream. Did she just say that? “Um… good morning?” My voice carried that cautious edge one usually reserves for wild animals. Sylara’s grin widened. She padded over in bare feet, her long dark hair swinging like a curtain. “Do you even know my name?” she asked, leaning against my desk like we’d been friends since kindergarten. Heat crawled up my neck. “No, actually…” She gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as if I’d

~Eira The mornings in our village began with smoke. Thin plumes curling from thatched chimneys, the scent of damp wood catching flame, bread baking in ovens, herbs crushed beneath mortar stones. It was an old settlement, tucked so deep within the pinewood that maps had long since stopped acknowledging it. Outsiders never came here unless they were lost — and even then, most never found their way back. Ryan liked to say the forest chose who belonged. He said it with that crooked grin of his, the one that made people believe he was joking. But he wasn’t. Not really. I tightened the shawl around my shoulders as I stepped into the chill. The earth was still frosted from the night, the grass stiff under my boots, the air sharp enough to sting my lungs. The sun broke through the trees like a timid child peeking into a room it wasn’t sure it was welcome in. Another day. Another round of patients. I had set up a small table in front of our cottage — a healer’s station in everything

~Clone Aeron The chamber was too quiet. I paced the length of the stone floor, my boots striking a rhythm that mocked the silence. My fingers grazed the shelves, the tables, the ledgers stacked high with records and weapons alike. None of it was what I needed. None of it was the thing I had been searching for. I slammed my palm against the table, hard enough to rattle a dagger from its sheath. The weapon clattered to the floor. A few soldiers posted by the doorway stiffened, watching me with that glassy-eyed fear they thought they hid so well. “Get out,” I snapped, my voice colder than the steel at my feet. They hesitated only a moment before saluting and retreating, boots echoing down the corridor until I was left alone with the gnawing emptiness of my hunt. What I sought wasn’t here. Not yet. But it was close. I could feel it, like a whisper in my blood. ⸻ A knock broke my thoughts. The door opened before I could grant permission. It was one of the councilors, a man who

~Denise He kissed me back, soft, sweet, and slow. Pausing to run his tongue along the edges of my lips softly. I didn’t know what I was expecting when I let myself into his cell but it definitely wasn’t that. I had no idea what I was thinking and if I was thinking at all but the truth was that, right from that first day that I sey my eyes on him in the castle, I had always wanted him. I loved how his hair looked in the sunlight, how his eyes gleamed when he was passing orders. I loved his authority and his build. I had fantasied about having his body over mine for a while now but had to stop daydreaming because I knew he wasn’t in my league but now… in this place that we are. There are no leagues so there was nothing that could stop me from having him so I decided to take the risk and so far… I’m glad I did. The way he responded to my kiss was extremely erotic. I reached around, grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled him to me. I wanted him so bad and I was doing a terrible jo

~Eira The knock on the door came just as the lanterns outside guttered low. I’d been waiting for it, though I didn’t admit it aloud. Something in my chest had felt tight all day, like the night itself was holding its breath, waiting to exhale disaster. Ryan rose first, his body stiff, jaw set. I touched his arm before he reached for the latch. He didn’t look at me, but I felt the way his pulse leapt beneath my fingers. We were both thinking the same thing—no one should have been able to find us here. But when the door opened, two figures stood there cloaked in the deep blue of Meristal’s crest, the sigil embroidered in silver across their shoulders. My stomach clenched. The Academy had found us. We’ll figure out how they did later. “We seek Eira and Ryan,” one of them said. His voice was even, formal, the kind that belonged to men trained to obey protocol. The kind that didn’t flinch when orders demanded cruelty. Ryan angled his body in front of mine, but I stepped beside him