All Chapters of ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The portal shimmered like starlight caught in a tear, Not violent, Not welcoming. Just there a pulsing threshold that hummed with voices just out of reach. Liora stood before it, flanked by Altheya, Theron, and Myra.The emissary from the Outer Realms waited silently, their silver hood still drawn, their presence flickering like an unstable flame. “You’re sure she’s beyond that?” Theron asked, voice tight.The emissary nodded. “She is there… but not alone. The realm you seek was never meant to be visited. It’s a place of incomplete endings.” Liora stepped forward.“I need to know who found my mother. I need to know why she left the last message inside Altheya and not the stars. I need ”Altheya touched her arm. “You need to decide if you’re willing to lose your name to find hers.”Liora turned, her voice quiet. “What does that mean?” Altheya’s face was drawn, serious. “The realm between realms doesn’t know the present. It only understands echoes. You enter as yourself, but if you stay

The portal spat them out in a storm of ash and starlight Liora stumbled, clutching Aria to her chest as the last threads of the mirror-realm collapsed behind them, No sound, No light, Just finality.When her knees struck the ground, it was earth again real, solid, blessedly cold. Nightwind greeted her with silence. And then Gasps, Shouts, Running feet.“My lady!” Myra’s voice rang out first.Then Theron. “Liora!”They rushed to her side, eyes wide as they caught sight of the woman in her arms. Aria stood slowly, her presence disorientingly serene. She was no ghost. She was not memory, She was back.Myra whispered, “Is that…?”Theron dropped to one knee. “Queen Aria.”Liora didn’t speak. She couldn’t yet. Because the reality hadn’t fully sunk in. Aria was alive. And the world suddenly felt both too small… and far too dangerous.Altheya arrived next, her face pale but burning with knowing. “You brought her back,” she breathed. “The thread held.”Aria turned to her, smiling faintly. “You

Nightwind had never been so quiet, The morning after Liora’s coronation arrived clothed in thick fog and silver dew. The people, still reeling from the ceremony, moved like ghosts awed, uncertain, hopeful. But Liora?She stood beneath the ancient starlily tree, awake since dawn. A queen now. But still a daughter, a warrior, a woman who bled.Aria joined her in silence, They said nothing for several minutes. Then: “You look like her,” Aria murmured. “The Liora from the broken realm.”“I don’t want to be her,” Liora whispered.“You already aren’t,” Aria said. “She ruled to survive. You… rule to save.”A trumpet’s call echoed from the eastern walls. Three sharp notes. A stranger at the gate.Liora turned sharply. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”“No one should know yet,” Myra said, appearing beside her, armed.But Altheya arrived a heartbeat later, face pale. “They do know,” she said.“He knows.”The gate opened. And standing just beyond it, flanked by two cloaked guards, was a figure Lior

The morning after the severing was too quiet, Even the trees seemed to hold their breath, Liora lay in the Moonhall infirmary, her skin pale, her eyes rimmed with sleepless shadows but alive. Free.Aria watched over her, one hand still bandaged from sealing the flame that had once tethered Liora to Caelen. “Drink this,” she said softly, offering a warm tonic laced with moonflower and starroot.Liora managed a weak smile. “You always did make the worst tea.”Aria chuckled. “And yet you survived on it for fifteen years.”But the moment of peace shattered when Myra burst into the room, Her face was pale, eyes wide, voice strained. “There’s a child at the southern gate.”Liora sat up too fast. “Hurt?”“No,” Myra said, trembling. “He says he’s your son.”Silence hit the room like thunder Aria went still. Altheya, who had just entered, dropped the scrolls in her hands. Liora whispered, “That’s impossible.”But it wasn’t.Because when they reached the gate, There he was. No more than seven.

The throne room was sealed. No guards. No advisers. No blades. Just Liora and Sera. Two women with the same face. Two queens only one crown.Liora sat upright, not on her throne but across from her mirror, hands clasped tightly. Sera stood like a ghost given weight, her white robes dragging behind her like memory "You said you remember everything," Liora began. "Then start talking."Sera’s voice was ice but not cruel. “There was a time when gods played with fire like children. When souls were split to forge balance. That’s what we were. Two vessels. One fate.”She stepped closer. “I was the part of you meant to hold the darkness.”Liora frowned. “Then why do I have it too?”Sera gave a bitter smile. “Because the Circle lost control. The split wasn’t clean. I was buried in another realm without a body, without purpose. But you carried the bleed-over. Rage. Betrayal. Pain.”Her eyes narrowed. “And now, the Circle is gone. But I remain.”Liora’s throat tightened. “Why now?”“Because you