Todos os capítulos de Echoes of Moonfire: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

~Denise The footsteps I heard were unmistakable. I didn’t know what she would do if she found me this close to our prisoner and frankly speaking, I didn’t want to find out. She could accuse me of scheming with the enemy or maybe even accuse me of betrayal and here, betrayal was punished by execution. The moment I felt the air shift, my lungs locked. My magic burst wild inside me, snapping without aim, and I tore myself through space trying to escape back to my room or very far away from this cell as possible only for me to stumble right into the shadow I was desperate to avoid. “L–Lady Chloe, I didn’t see you there.” My heart beat quickened. My voice cracked. My knees wanted to give out, but I forced myself to stand, tugging at the fabric clinging half-fastened to my body. Her eyes—flat, unreadable—cut into me like knives dulled from overuse. “How would you?” she said, her voice stripped of tone, “when you were too busy sleeping with our prisoner.” I swallowed, choking on

~Omniscient The dungeon was silent again. Lady Chloe’s heels clicked against the damp stone floor, unhurried, deliberate, as if she owned not only the cell but the air Aeron breathed. Her shadow stretched long across the iron bars, and the scent of roses — faint, wrong, out of place in the rot of the dungeon — clung to her presence. Aeron leaned against the wall, feigning indifference though every sense was sharpened, measuring her like a wolf would measure another predator. He had not spoken to her since his imprisonment. She, of course, chose to break the silence. “I take it you’re settling in very nicely,” she said at last, her voice smooth as silk and just as dangerous. Aeron let a smirk play on his lips. “If by nicely you mean rotting in a hole while your lot preen upstairs, then yes. Nicely.” The smile she gave was neither amusement nor anger, but something colder — as though she relished the role of spider tugging threads around a fly that dared to sneer. She stepped clos

~Clone Aeron The crystal pulsed faintly in my palm, cold as river stone, yet alive with a rhythm that matched the steady hammer of my heart. At first glance, it looked like nothing—clear, small enough to be overlooked among a pile of trinkets. But the moment I pried it free from the wall, I knew. I felt it bite into me, threading whispers down my veins, tasting me, testing me. And then, it yielded. I had seen fragments of Aeron’s memories when I was made, shards of his trust, his weakness. This was one of them—this crystal, a tether between him and her. The Moon Goddess. The one they bowed to in awe, the one who thought herself untouchable. He had carried this like a lifeline. Foolish. It had always been his mistake to believe he could control her presence instead of being consumed by it. Now it was mine. I turned it over in my fingers, letting the faint glow wash across my skin. It was subtle, but to my eyes, it was radiant. This was more than a relic. This was a key. The chamb

~Aeron Later that evening, the sound of hurried footsteps scraped down the corridor like the tick of a blade being sharpened. My eyes snapped to the bars, to the dim torchlight bending shadows along the damp stone walls. And then—she appeared. Denise. Her breath was ragged, her hair matted to her temples, her arms full of leather satchels and a single gleaming spellstone clutched like a lifeline. I thought, for a fleeting heartbeat, that this was some fever dream brought on by exhaustion. “You’re a bit late,” I muttered, because disbelief made me cruel. She shoved the satchels to the ground and set to work on the lock. “And you’re welcome.” Her voice trembled, but her hands moved with purpose. “Sorry about that, anxiety makes people forget their manners. What’s the plan again?” I asked. “Lady Chloe isn’t in the vicinity tonight so we just have to avoid the guards, get to the fence and then we’re free.” She said, her fingers brushing the iron, lips shaping words too soft

~Ryan The forest spat me out into their path. I barely had time to call their names before Ivy’s wide eyes fixed on me, her chest heaving as if her lungs were on fire. The guy next to her stumbled a step behind her, his grip on her wrist tight, his expression stricken with the kind of fear I had prayed they’d never learn this young. For a heartbeat, they froze, ready to bolt. The tension in their bodies was so sharp I could almost hear it. Then recognition dawned in Ivy’s face, and she breathed a single word that cracked something in me: “Dad?” I caught her before she crumpled against me, her trembling hands gripping the folds of my coat like she thought I might vanish. The guy next to her hovered, pale as the moonlight, his eyes darting back toward the treeline where the possessed still shrieked and tore through the undergrowth. I pulled them both behind me, every muscle braced for another attack. But the creatures didn’t follow. Not yet. Their cries echoed through the trees, f