All Chapters of Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As we all stood there, wet, muddy, and halfway traumatized, Clarence arrived with a clipboard and a monocle.“I heard screaming and felt a gust of wind steal my bonnet. What happened?”Carrot pointed at me. “Goddess went full elemental. Bye-bye, lake.”Clarence nodded, impressed. “Good. She needed exfoliation anyway.”Kala turned to the vegetables. “We’ll resume tomorrow. With a new training plan. And maybe not near a body of water this time.”“And I want a lake refund!” Broccolini shouted.I looked out over the empty basin, heart still thudding, magic still buzzing through my veins like thunder.And even though my hair was soaked, my boots were caked in mud, and a radish was weeping gently in the corner…I smiled.Because I felt it now—this wasn't just magic.This was me, rising.Even if I flooded the kingdom on my way up.The next morning was supposed to be peaceful.A casual breeze. A few floating pebbles. Maybe some gentle leaf twirls.Not a kingdom-level wheatpocalypse.“Alright,

The petals formed the shape of a spiral moon sigil—the exact mark Kyla had accidentally carved into the air weeks ago.Khy stared at it, then looked at Kala.“You really think Kyla is…”“She’s not just her heir,” Kala whispered. “She’s her unfinished will. The Moon Queen poured her final breath into a seed and buried it in the womb of time.”Khy stepped forward. “And now?”Kala looked up at the stars. “Now the seed is blooming.”There was a silence.Heavy. Fated.And Kala, though her heart beat like thunder, turned and walked away.Khy stood behind her.Still watching.Still waiting.And the wind, playful and cold, carried his whispered words to her ears:“You’ll love me eventually, storm-girl.”To which Kala said nothing.But her ears turned pink.And the moon above them smiled.Because even as shadows rose… so did fate. And fire. And love.CAVERN OF ECHOED FLAMESLocation: Northern Fringe of the Blistering Clefts, buried beneath lava stone and lies.They shouldn’t have come here. Ka

The Castle in SightBy twilight, the peaks of the castle towers appeared beyond the trees. Bells rang in the far distance. Somewhere up there, Kyla and Edric were preparing for war. The Moon Queen’s legacy shimmered in Kala’s satchel. And their time alone?Over.Kala exhaled softly.“I suppose this is the part where you get all noble and annoying and swear to protect me forever,” she muttered.Khy shrugged. “I thought I already did that.”“Well, don’t.”“Too late.”She glanced sideways—and her sarcasm faltered.He wasn’t smirking.He was just looking at her. Open. Unafraid. Like she was something carved out of starlight and trouble.Kala swallowed hard. Looked ahead again.They didn’t speak for the rest of the trail.But they didn’t move apart, either.And when the castle gates opened and the light from the inner court spilled across their path—They stepped through together.Still bickering. Still denying.Still burning. And still headed straight for destiny.*****KYLA’S POVThe Cas

KYLA POVThe sky cracked open just before dawn.One moment, there was only silence—the kind that coils around your spine and whispers that something is wrong. The next, a jagged slash of fire ripped through the heavy stormclouds like the heavens themselves had been torn in two.And then… it rained.But not water. Not cleansing.It rained ash.Thick, black, stinking ash that fell in slow spirals like death’s confetti, coating every stone, every blade, every inch of bare skin. It clung to my lashes. It filled my mouth with the taste of charred bone and ancient curses.The storm had not passed. It had broken. And it had opened the gates.I stood atop the central wall, the highest point overlooking the southern battlefield. From here, I could see the entirety of the cursed plains—once green, now turned to gray mud and blackened rot. My heart thundered like the drums behind me. Below, the war horns had begun to blow—low and long, each one echoing like a final warning.And then I saw it.Th

KALA’S POVMEANWHILE: SOUTHERN FRONTThe field burned around me—flames licking at the blackened husks of trees, smoke curling like demon breath into the storm-drenched sky. Rain hissed as it struck scorched earth, turning ash to sludge beneath my boots. I stood in the center of it all, my cloak nothing more than shreds clinging to my shoulders, my lips cracked and bleeding, and my eyes glowing like twin rubies carved from rage itself.I could taste the blood in the air. Could feel it calling.The shattered remnants of the witch covens had circled me like vultures. Serpent-skin armor shimmered around their bodies, enchanted with death runes and cloaking spells. Their eyes were mad with purpose—desperation, hatred, fear.Behind them loomed the bone golems—colossal beasts stitched together from ogre bones, dragon spines, and magic that should never have been touched. Twisting vines pulsed with necrotic energy between joints, writhing like they were alive, like they hated being part of so