All Chapters of ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The air around Ashen vibrated with quiet defiance. The little girl stood in a circle of burned grass and pulsing light, a blank page clutched in one soot-smudged hand, a jagged shard of obsidian in the other.Her eyes those haunting, too-old eyes, were watching Liora as if she was still being written, still being judged, Liora hadn’t expected the past to wear such a small face.She crouched in front of Ashen, not out of fear, but out of instinct. The air shimmered around the girl, warping reality in subtle flickers, rocks shifted slightly, as if caught between what they were and what they might become. Liora could feel it in her spine: Ashen didn’t belong to this world. Not fully. Not yet.“You remember me,” Ashen said softly.Liora nodded. “I do.”“You buried me.”“I did.”Ashen tilted her head. “Why?”Liora stared at the page in the girl's hand. A small drop of ink trickled from its corner like blood from a paper cut. “Because the story I gave you was too painful to finish. I wasn’t

Ashen's scream wasn't made of sound, It was made of fracture.Reality around her buckled as the void-lance struck her chest, sinking deep, like a nail being driven through the heart of a sentence. Her body arched in midair. Her eyes went wide, violet light spilling from them in flickering bursts, then stillness.Liora’s breath caught, For one second, the world held her between moments, between words, And then it shattered, Ashen fell like an unfinished thought, Not graceful, Not tragic, Just broken.She hit the ground hard, her small frame cracking the earth beneath her. The crown, the Hollow Crown, tumbled from her head, rolling once, then stopping at Liora’s feet. Liora didn’t move.Couldn’t, Because the air around Ashen was… undoing, Grass unraveled into linework. Stones became outlines. The soil beneath her burned white-hot, like the world wasn’t erasing her, it was rejecting her.The girl convulsed, breath stuttering, Her ink-blood seeped from the wound and spilled into glyphs on

Silence.But not the gentle kind, The kind that follows an explosion. The kind that feels like the whole world is waiting to see whether anything survived the blast, Liora stood in the aftermath of her strike.The reality around her was broken glitching, Patches of the world blinked in and out like dying stars. A forest that wasn’t a forest. A city that hummed like it remembered being a dream. Clouds that turned into script midair, then faded.Kael and Liolai were gone, No trace. Not even a shadow. And in their place, Just the torn ground, and the thing she had struck. The Inkblade was still warm in her hand. But it trembled. Because whatever she'd hit, It wasn’t dead. It was… reassembling.She backed away as the fragments reformed. First, a hand. Then a ribcage, stitched with glowing verbs, A head with shifting faces, all of them familiar.Every character Liora had created but never finished passed across its surface for a heartbeat. A dozen smiles she had loved. A thousand wounds sh

The moment Kael appeared, the realm stopped breathing, He wasn’t the man Liora remembered, Not the broken, bitter Alpha who had once promised her the moon and then delivered silence.This version wore a crown of ash and gold, forged from loyalty turned sour. His eyes burned not with fire, but with judgment. Deep, cold, final, And he looked straight at her, Not like a man who once loved her. But like a god sent to destroy what he had built.Liora didn’t speak, Didn’t blink, She rose, steady despite the smoke curling around her, the roar of wind and flame, the shrieking ink devouring the walls of Nightwind.The realm was collapsing pages of reality peeling away, but her spine remained straight, The Inkblade in her hand shimmered, responding to the storm. The mark of Ashen flared beneath her skin.But Kael? He stepped down from the cracked sky like it was a staircase written only for him, And when his boots touched ground, the earth bent beneath him. He wasn’t just part of the creature n

It wasn’t just a scream. It was a summons.The moment Liolai’s voice cut through the air, the very fabric of the realm convulsed. Words dissolved mid-sentence. Whole landscapes blinked out of existence.Even the battered creature at Liora’s feet, the false version of herself, jerked violently and began to disintegrate.The ground quaked beneath her boots. But Liora didn’t fall. She knew that scream. She had given birth to it once. And now, her daughter was calling for her from a place that should not exist.The realm split again. Not from battle, From grief, Cracks opened in the whiteness around her like veins of ink. From within those cracks, light spilled, not blinding, not divine just real. Tangible.It smelled like wildflowers, It sounded like lullabies sung in a language only mothers knew. And then The name came again. “Mama!”Liora’s body moved before her mind caught up. She stepped forward and the ground vanished. She fell. Not into blackness, Not into light, Into memory.She l