Todos os capítulos de Echoes of Moonfire: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

~CaelumThe hall we gathered in was broken stone and shadow, an abandoned keep that smelled of ash and moss. A cracked table stood at its heart, and I had chosen it for this night because comfort was a distraction from purpose. All the people I had gotten from my hunt for lunar sentients, my hunt for power, for purpose, sat in front of me waiting for me to talk to them, to give them purpose. To let them know why I spared them because I could as easily ended their lives. “I did not summon you here to waste breath,” I began, my voice carrying easily through the chamber. “The first phase is complete. I have gotten enough power and with it, I have become strong enough to move forward.” A witch in crimson robes leaned forward, her hair spilling down like dark water. Her name was Myrren, clever and ambitious, a creature I had spared because she had begged me not with fear, but with promises of service. “Forward in what way?” She asked. “Forward as it leads to rebirth,” I said, letting

~Eira The tavern was noisy the way I liked it—half laughter, half spilled ale, and the low rumble of a bard strumming something that didn’t quite hold a tune. I leaned back against the bench, a mug in my hand, watching Ryan pretend he wasn’t already tipsy. “You drink like you’re trying to prove something,” I said, raising a brow as he drained another swallow. He grinned, teeth flashing in the dim light. “I am trying to prove something.” “And what’s that?” “That I can keep up with my wife, the great moon goddess.” He slammed his empty mug down with exaggerated flair, nearly toppling it. “Oh… stop, you flatter me.” I smiled, lifting my cup. “But you’re already behind though.” He shot me a glare making me giggle. We sat like that for a while, stealing a moment we didn’t often allow ourselves. Then as expected, something broke the peace and quiet we were enjoying. I felt as a hum in my chest started. Low, insistent, like the pull of a thread I’d thought I’d cut long ago. Ryan not

~Omniscient The silence pressed in on Ivy like a second skin. She leaned against the rough bark of the tree, her chest heaving, lungs clawing for air that refused to come quick enough. Every beat of her heart was too loud. Too reckless. The kind of sound that could give her away. The forest should have been filled with night-sounds—chirping insects, the rustle of leaves—but instead it was suffocated, as if every living thing was holding its breath. Then a sound she hoped left with Kyle came. Crunch. Ivy froze. Her eyes darted into the shadows, wide, frantic. Crunch. Crunch. The steps were slow, unhurried, deliberate. Whoever was out there wasn’t chasing her. They didn’t need to. They already knew exactly where she was. Ivy pressed her palm to her mouth, willing herself into silence, but her pulse thundered in her ears. The undergrowth stirred. Branches bowed with a weight they weren’t meant to hold. A figure slid from the shadows. She looked wrong against the forest

~IvyThe rope gnawed at my wrists every time I shifted, its coarse fibers grinding deeper into raw skin. My arms had gone numb a while ago, but every so often a pulse of pain reminded me I was still here, still trapped in this suffocating little cabin that smelled of smoke and damp earth. Lyric hadn’t moved from her chair in the far corner. She sat there with her chin propped on one hand, eyes glowing faintly in the candlelight, watching me as if I were some curious creature in a cage. The silence pressed so thick it became a weight of its own, making every rasp of my breath sound too loud. Finally, she spoke. Her voice was smooth, almost conversational, but there was steel beneath it. “Go on then,” she said. “Call her.” My stomach sank. I didn’t need her to say the name. I knew exactly who she meant. “Call your almighty moon goddess mother to come save you.” I swallowed hard and forced my voice steady. “I’m not going to do that. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of mys

~Omniscient The walls of the cabin still smoldered, wisps of smoke curling through the jagged hole Lyric’s magic had left. The silence afterward was unbearable. It wasn’t peace—it was absence. Ivy stumbled to her feet, her chest heaving, fingers still throbbing from the light she’d unleashed. Her wrists were bloody where the ropes had cut her raw, but she barely felt it. Her gaze kept snapping back to the place her mother had been bound, the faint scorch marks on the floorboards, the air still humming with residue from the binding circle. Gone. Her legs wouldn’t stay still. She paced the ruined room, boots crunching over splintered wood, hands shaking so violently she pressed them against her chest to keep from unraveling. Think. Think. Eira had been taken before—vanished into mist, disappeared in battles Ivy had been too young to understand—but never like this. Never stolen from her while Ivy watched, while Ivy screamed and couldn’t stop it. “I have to get her back,” sh