All Chapters of MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KAEL’S POVWe left the cliffs before dawn. Lyra fell asleep beside me in the carriage, head on my shoulder, her hair tickling my throat. She looked peaceful—too peaceful for someone carrying the weight of a war, a crown, and a vision of death that still clawed at the edges of my mind. I hadn’t told her yet. That in the Oracle’s vision, her hand was wrapped around my still-beating heart, that she begged me to forgive her while she killed me, but I would. I’d forgive her a thousand times, even in death, because I’d be damned before I ever turned my back on her again.We were halfway through the canyon pass when the wind changed. Not a breeze, no, something was wrong. Metallic. Heavy. Like it had claws. I stopped the horses. My sword buzzed under my skin.Lyra sat up instantly, eyes narrowing. “We’re being watched.” From the cliffs above, a whistle sliced through the silence. Then came the arrow, fast and sharp, straight for her. I caught it midair, snapped it in half with a snarl.“You’

Kael’s POVI couldn’t feel my fingers, not because of cold, or magic, or pain, but because Lyra hadn’t looked at me the same since she stepped out of that chamber with Edrian.She hadn’t spoken. She hadn’t screamed. She just stared at me like she was waiting. Waiting for the lie to collapse under its own weight. I stood in our shared quarters, the fire crackling in the hearth. She sat at the edge of the bed, motionless, eyes dark with a storm i could feel but not name. I finally moved to her. Slowly. Like approaching a lioness in a cage too small for her fury.“Ask,” I whispered.“No,” Lyra said. “You tell me.”My breath stilled. I crouched before her. Lower than her. Like a soldier before his queen, but this wasn’t about politics. This was the boy inside me kneeling before the *girl* he never deserved.“You were born under the eclipse,” I said slowly. “I was there that night. Not by accident. By prophecy.”Her brows twitched.“I was told a child would be born to flame and ash,” he co

Kael & Lyra POVLyraI stared at him across the breakfast table. He was wearing nothing but a pair of soft trousers, towel slung around his neck from the shower, dark hair wet and messy, skin warm from steam. He looked like a painting, rough, carved, utterly beautiful, and I hated that it still made my heart ache. I hated that I wanted to touch him. I hated that even now, with my stomach in knots, I loved him.Kael caught me watching and gave me a crooked grin. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you want to devour me.”I forced a laugh. “You wouldn’t mind.”“I’d help you undress me with a fork and knife.”That made me genuinely smile. Just for a second. He looked pleased with himself, buttering a piece of bread like it was a full-time job. There was nothing in his demeanor that suggested guilt, or nervousness, or a brewing storm, but there it was again, that voice in my head.“Ask him about the true reason he killed the Oracle.”I took a sip of my tea to hide

Lyra’s POVThe aftermath of god-blood soaked the earth for three days. They called it the Black Rain. No sun. No sky. Just thunder that groaned like it had seen too much. The clouds were stitched in shades of charcoal, pregnant with ash, as if the heavens themselves mourned what had happened below. Even the wind carried the scent of death, burnt feathers, scorched divinity, and the rust of iron.I stood at the edge of a broken temple wall, staring at the horizon that never seemed to end. The war was over, but peace never came.Not really.My fingers were caked in dried blood, cracked and lined like ancient ruins. Every breath felt borrowed. My heart beat like it didn’t know how to slow down. It wasn’t just my body that ached, it was the silence that followed. The silence after the screams. The kind that makes you wonder if you won or simply survived.Kael approached behind me, silent in his footsteps like always, but i felt him. The way my bones stopped aching when he was near. The wa

Lyra’s POVI had known war, I had known pain. I had even known the madness of power unraveling in my bloodstream like wildfire through frost, but she had never known betrayal that felt this personal. The whispers started just after the Oracle left. Rumors, then fragments of truth, then, finally, a face.A face she trusted.Edgar.Her friend. Her reluctant protector. The only person who dared speak to her like she wasn’t the girl who broke the sky.And now, she stood in the middle of the war council’s chamber, a scroll in my hand, its seal broken, its contents damning. Kael stood beside me, unreadable. The Council flanked the walls, unsure if they were watching the beginning of a trial or an execution.Edgar was dragged in, wrists shackled with iron laced in vulmirite, a mineral meant to suppress divine blood. He didn’t fight it. He didn’t even flinch.“Tell me this is a mistake,” I said, voice hoarse.Edgar’s eyes, looked at me with something I couldn’t name, not guilt, not fear, but