All Chapters of ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The veil between worlds stretched open like torn skin. Sera stepped through. Immediately, she felt the shift.Her lungs resisted breath. The air tasted of rust and ash. The light, if it could be called that, flickered between hues of violet and silver, too sharp to be natural, too soft to trust. And there they were, Her children, Changed.Liora stood tall, unnaturally tall for her age, her hair flowing weightlessly around her like it was underwater. Her eyes glowed with the mark of the Echo King, but she did not look at Sera with fear or love.She looked with recognition. “I waited,” she said in a voice not entirely her own.Sera flinched. “Liora…”“I waited for you to choose. You chose Caelen instead.”“That’s not true.”But her daughter tilted her head. “You don't understand yet. He’s not your second child.”Sera stepped forward, heart hammering. “Then what is he?”Caelen turned, and the movement wasn’t quite right. Like time bent around him. His eyes no longer matched hers. One had

Liora floated above the ground, her body bathed in the same cursed glow that once poured from the Echo King himself.The Crown of Shadows pulsed on her brow like a second heart, black flame twisting around her in a storm of raw, ancient power. Sera watched, frozen. “Liora…”But the girl, her daughter was not there. Not fully, Something else had taken hold. Liora's mouth opened, and the Echo King’s voice echoed through her lips: “She was born with your blood and his potential. My vessel. My key.”Sera stepped forward, dagger in hand, heart crumbling. “Let her go!”Liora turned her head slowly, the look in her eyes colder than winter moons. “She doesn’t want to go.”Behind Sera, Caelen screamed, trying to reach his sister, but a wall of glass-like shadow rose between them, separating the siblings. Every time Caelen struck it, he bled starlight.“She’s still in there,” Caelen growled. “I know she is!”“She’s gone,” the Echo King whispered from all around. “And she is perfect.”But inside

The sanctuary’s light dimmed as the Echo King stepped through the rupture in the sky, wearing Kael’s face as a cruel mask, But it wasn’t just a glamour. It was alive.The mouth twisted into Kael’s exact smirk. The eyes gleamed with the same sharp intelligence. His voice, when it spoke, was indistinguishable from the man Sera once loved.“Don’t look so surprised,” the Echo King purred, circling the shattered sanctuary. “I’ve been part of him for a very long time.”Sera stared down at the real Kael, who lay gasping beside her, bleeding, broken, He forced his head to turn, eyes locking on the doppelgänger.“He was my shadow,” Kael rasped. “Buried… so deep… even I didn’t know.”The Echo King laughed, delighted.“You always suspected, didn’t you, Sera? The strange dreams. The moments Kael would vanish with no memory of where he’d gone. The pull between love and loathing.”“No,” Sera breathed, horror rising. “You… you used him.”“I was him,” the King said. “He was the vessel. I was the echo

Sera fell to her knees as the blade of Solumbra cut deep into her shoulder, slicing straight through the ancient brand that bound her soul to the Echo King.The moment the blade pierced flesh and magic, time fractured, Not metaphorically, Literally. The sanctuary froze. Air stilled. Even the sky’s bleeding wound paused, as if uncertain whether to scream or weep.Sera's body glowed violently, silver and white and ash swirling in streaks around her, like threads unraveling from a divine tapestry. Her heartbeat slowed, yet her mind sped forward, flickering through memories not all her own: A cradle beneath the Luna Moonstone.Kael's hand in hers the first time they faced the Council. Liora’s laughter echoing inside a collapsing cave. Caelen’s first breath… taken not in light, but in shadow. The pain was unbearable. But she didn't let go of the blade.The Echo King let out a scream that shook the remnants of the realm. His body jerked backward, as if dragged by invisible chains. The form

The sanctuary was gone.In its place was a hushed wasteland, ashen earth, collapsed stone, and the stench of something freshly unearthed. The air was too still. Too silent. The type of silence that didn’t feel like peace, but warning.Sera sat bolt upright, gasping as though she had drowned.Liora steadied her. “You’re awake. Are you”“No,” Sera rasped, eyes unfocused. “We didn’t end it. We opened it.”The tear in the sky, where the throne had been unmade, remained open. A faint violet glow pulsed from within it like a heartbeat. Not light, but invitation.Caelen stirred beside them, his voice hoarse. “I still hear the voices.”“They’re not voices,” Sera said grimly. “They’re memories. Things clawing their way back.”She touched the ground and felt nothing, No pack bond. No connection. No magic, The world was blank. Too blank. Far beyond, across the wildlands, wolves were howling, But not in unity, They fought.In packs once united, madness had begun to bloom, alphas turning on betas,