All Chapters of Luna’s Rebellion : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

For a second, no one moved. The blade in my hand buzzed with power, the rift behind us roared with hungry magic, and in front of us, Damon stood with a bloodied grin—and an army of hunters ready to kill. Kael stepped in front of me again, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. “You’re a ghost, Damon. We buried you with the Scar.” “And yet,” Damon said, spreading his arms, “here I am—alive—while your world bleeds.” His voice echoed off the stone walls like a taunt from the abyss. “Drop the blade, Elara,” he said, voice soft but venom-laced. “Give it to me, and I’ll make this quick.” I stepped forward. “You really think I’d hand you the one thing keeping this realm from collapsing?” “I think you will,” Damon replied coolly. “Because if you don’t, I’ll let every man behind me take a piece of your beloved fated mate before I slit his throat.” Kael growled, but I put a hand on his arm. We were cornered. The beasts behind us hadn’t moved. The rift kept them close, feeding on

The shadows moved like smoke behind Damon—twisting, pulsing, alive. His form shimmered, no longer solid flesh but something caught between man and monster. The ancient force inside him—Necros—was awakening. Kael raised his blade, but even he hesitated. Solen stepped forward. “That body is failing. He’s a cracked vessel. But until it breaks completely, Necros will wear his face.” “Then we break it,” I said, jaw clenched. “Before he breaks the world.” The ground trembled as Necros raised his hand. Darkness spilled across the chamber, swallowing torches and magic alike. I grabbed Kael’s hand. “We need to get out—now.” Solen closed his eyes. “Follow me.” He didn’t run—he commanded the stone. The walls shifted at his call, forming a narrow path to a hidden passage behind the vault. Ilara threw up fire to slow Necros, then followed. Kael covered our retreat, eyes locked with Damon’s glowing ones until the last second. Then the stone closed between us. We emerged into the freezing

The howl rolled through the mountain like thunder laced with teeth. It didn’t sound like a wolf. It sounded like the end of everything. I staggered back, the blade in my hand pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. Silver light ran up my arms, through my veins, into my skull. Kael caught me before I hit the stone. “Elara! What is it? What’s happening?” “I—” My voice was hoarse, the words ripped from my throat. “I think… I think it’s calling me.” Solen had gone deathly pale. “That shouldn’t be possible. The First Beast hasn’t stirred since the Age of Silence.” “Well,” Lyra said dryly, “it just howled at us. I’d say it’s fully awake.” We all turned as a massive crack split the far wall of the Sanctum. Behind it—ancient stairs, descending into a pit that bled silver mist. The air around us grew heavy, each breath thick with old magic and buried rage. Solen backed away. “We shouldn’t go down there.” Kael stepped forward. “We don’t have a choice, do we?” I met Solen’s eyes

We stood on the cliff’s edge, the rip in the sky bleeding gold and shadow across the mountainside. Necros had crossed the barrier between realms—and behind him, an army moved with mechanical precision. Creatures made of starlight twisted into nightmare shapes. Wolves that walked on air. Eyes with no faces. Silence that screamed. And still… the Mirrorlands called. “The veil’s been breached,” Solen said grimly. “He’s no longer bound by this world’s laws.” Kael held my hand tighter. “What does he want there?” I looked to the east, where the horizon shimmered like water. “Not what,” I murmured. “Who.” We left at dawn. Arayen carried Solen and Lyra skyward to warn the other courts. Kael and I journeyed alone, on foot, through the jagged wastelands that bordered the Mirrorlands. As we walked, the world around us began to… bend. The air tasted like memories. Time curled around us, folding in on itself. At the threshold of the realm, an archway formed—carved from silver bones, dri

Kael’s body hovered in midair, frozen like a statue of agony. His hand reached for me. His lips parted in a silent scream. And behind him, Necros stood calm as death. His fingers tightened around the corrupted Luna Star—its silver sheen dimmed to an eerie, bleeding gold. Shadows curled around it like veins. “I warned you,” Necros said, voice silk and venom. “You defied me in the Mirrorlands. Now you’ll watch him die.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink. But I could burn. The Blade of Veyra reappeared in my hand like it had been waiting. It pulsed with fury—mine and the moon’s. I charged. Necros raised the relic. It glowed—flooding the temple with a blinding light. But I didn’t stop. His magic hit me like a tidal wave. It should have crushed me. Should have ripped my mind apart. Instead—something awoke. White-hot light exploded from my chest. Time fractured around me. And suddenly, I was back in the Mirrorlands—but not surrounded by reflections. This was different.