All Chapters of Luna’s Rebellion : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Elara The sanctum has never felt like a prison. Not until tonight. It used to be a sanctuary—a cage, yes, but a beautiful one. Marble carved into spiraling towers that glowed with the eternal kiss of sunlight, gardens blooming with flowers so vibrant they seemed painted by gods themselves. A place of serenity, or so Solara wanted me to believe. Now the light feels too bright, too sharp, cutting across the white walls like blades of molten gold. The air tastes wrong—thin, strained, as if the sanctum itself is holding its breath. And the halls… They’re empty. That never happens. There are always priests gliding across the floors, voices murmuring hymns that coil like silk through the air. Now there’s only silence—and in that silence, I feel him. Kael. The name coils through me like a brand, searing against the tender edges of my mind. I try to shove it down, try to lock it in the deepest part of me where I’ve buried every memory of him, but it’s useless. The harder I fight, the

Elara The world has gone silent. Not truly—because I can hear the sanctum groaning under the weight of clashing power, feel the marble trembling beneath my boots like it knows what’s coming. But inside me? Silence. A void carved out by fear, by fury—by something that feels a lot like surrender. Because there they stand. Kael. Lucious. Two storms poised on either side of me, light and shadow bleeding into each other like oil and flame, each waiting for me to choose a side. And gods curse it—I can’t. Lucious moves first. Not fast—he doesn’t need to. Every step he takes is precision incarnate, a sun burning at the center of his own gravity. His voice carries, bright and merciless: “Step back, Elara.” A command, not a request. His hand lifts, palm glowing like molten gold. The air ripples with it—Solara’s blessing condensed into something that could unmake the darkness with a single strike. But the darkness? It laughs. Kael doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. His shadows writhe lo

Elara The void hums. Not with sound—sound can’t exist in this nothing—but with presence. It presses against my skin like a second heartbeat, a weightless, endless thrum that coils through my veins and whispers along my bones. I stand barefoot on nothing, yet I don’t fall. My breath fogs like frost, though there’s no air. My magic… gods, my magic isn’t inside me anymore. It’s everywhere. A tide that tore free and never came back, suspended around me in ripples of gold and black, burning brighter than stars. Lucious stands to my left, blade still clutched in his fist, light bleeding from his armor like it’s the only sun in this darkness. His eyes lock on mine, wide—not with anger. Not anymore. With something worse. Fear. Kael stands to my right, shadows curling off him in violent waves. He doesn’t look afraid. He looks… hungry. Like the void is feeding him, filling him, the way light fills Lucious. His gaze drags over me slow, possessive, devouring, until it snags on the sph

Kael Power like this should not exist. Not in the hands of gods, not in the bones of worlds—and definitely not in her. And yet, here she stands. No—floats. Suspended in a cyclone of light and shadow, hair whipping in a storm no one else can feel, eyes burning like twin suns devoured by night. The mark of the Primordial carves itself across her skin, not crude branding but living script, glowing, pulsing with each heartbeat like a second language written in her blood. Mine. The thought slices sharp through my chest, primal and raw. Because I know what this is. What she is now. Unbound. And gods help me, it’s beautiful. Terrifying—but beautiful. Lucious doesn’t see that. His shield splinters as another wave of her power slams into the ground, ripping the fractured crystal into molten shards. His voice cracks like broken steel. “Elara—stop this! Whatever it promised you, it’s a lie!” Lie? The laugh almost tears free from my throat. Because for once, the shadows aren’t lying.

Elara The silence isn’t real. It’s a lie—thin, fragile, trembling on the edge of a scream. Kael’s hands are warm on my face, anchoring me, grounding me like roots in a storm. His breath ghosts against my lips, heavy with desperation. “Elara,” he murmurs, voice rough silk. “You’re here. Stay with me.” Stay. As if I could. As if the thing inside me hasn’t already sunk its teeth so deep I can’t tell where I end and it begins. For a heartbeat—just one—I almost believe him. I almost fold into the warmth of his grip, let myself drown in the dark ocean of his gaze. Gods, it would be so easy. To let him hold me. To let him fix what I can’t. But then I feel it. The bond. It hums like a chain of starlight coiled around my soul, threads of shadow winding through my blood, pulling, binding, caging. And something inside me—something wild and feral and older than the bones of the earth—snaps. The scream rips out of me, raw and endless, shattering the fragile quiet. The ground splinters