All Chapters of ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The fire in the hearth sputtered violently. Not because of wind. Not because of spell. But because Auren was still speaking. And every word he spoke was true. “The Aria who raised you was not the one who bore you,”he said, eyes aglow with ancient silver. “And the one who bore you… still walks this world, wearing her stolen name.”Liora staggered. She turned to the woman she’d called Mother her entire life. Aria. Strong. Gentle. Fierce. The one who taught her to stand. The one who bled so she could live. “Tell me it’s a lie,” Liora whispered.But Aria… didn’t. She simply stared into the fire. Her face blank. Hands shaking.Sera stepped forward slowly. “She doesn’t know. Not all of it. That’s why the memory never cracked, because she truly believed she was whole.”Altheya’s breath hitched. “You mean… her soul was rewritten.”Auren nodded, voice distant. “The gods split the soul of Aria the First, the one who defied them. The one who wore the First Flame Crown before any bloodline exist

But that night, in the silent heart of the Moonhall The betrayal began. Auren was gone. The guards at his chamber were found unconscious no wounds, no signs of spellwork.Only a symbol drawn on the wall in their blood: The Triangle of Null. The mark of Unmaking.Liora led the search herself. “Myra lock down the entire East Wing. Sera trace any ripples in the weave.”Altheya whispered, “The Triangle of Null isn’t just a threat. It’s a promise. Someone’s calling him back to the void.”Hours later, they found his pendant cracked, glowing faintly outside the broken crypt beneath the castle. And standing just outside it Was not Auren. But something wearing his shape.It looked up at them with glassy, silver eyes. Voice flat. Familiar. “He’s safe. But he belongs to the dark now. And the Queen must make a choice. Come alone, or he dies forgotten.” Then it vanished.Liora stared at the space where it had been. The void still echoed with its presence. Her son was being pulled back into the aby

In truth, Aria hadn’t been the same since the ritual, Her memory flickered like a candle in wind. Sometimes she stared into space for hours. Other times, she whispered words in languages long dead. But worst of all? She began to dream in triplicate.That night, Aria’s dreams came with fire, She saw a stone altar. A knife. And her own hands offering something wrapped in shadows. A voice echoed: “You promised us a daughter. And we kept our end.”She woke screaming, And for the first time since her return, She didn’t know if she was truly Aria Back in Nightwind’s command chamber, Liora stared at the strange sigil again. A spiral, made of eyes.Altheya said softly, “It’s called the Crownless Mark. A myth among myths. Some say it belonged to the first-born of the Void.”Sera whispered, “But the Void had no children.”Altheya looked sick. “Then someone… lied.”At dawn, Liora stood on the walls, Below her, hundreds of warriors prepared for the eastern march. But her eyes were on the horizon.

Liora stood on the high balcony of Nightwind, the horizon bleeding red into violet, The sunrise brought no warmth Only memory, And in her bones, something stirred. Not grief, Not fear, But a truth she had never dared speak aloud.Sera stepped behind her “You’ve barely slept,” she said gently.“How could I?” Liora murmured. “I was never supposed to exist.”Sera frowned. “Don’t start that.”Liora turned to face her “I wasn’t born. I was bargained for.”Aria entered moments later, pale and quiet, Her voice shook. “The entity that answered my plea… wasn’t Null.”Sera crossed her arms. “Then what was it?”Aria’s eyes glistened. “It was the Flame That Waits. The one that burns beneath time.”Flashback – Aria’s Memory: The night of Liora’s birth, after she begged the darkness, a second voice arrived, This one warm, Soothing, Kind, It whispered: “She will be fire. But she must burn alone first.” And then, it vanished. Moments later, Liora took her first breath.Back in the present, Altheya tr

Nightwind’s walls had never fallen, But they had also never faced this, The Voidchildren came at dawn, wrapped in silver fire and bone-dark armor, Their mouths moved, but no words came. Only absence, At their center marched Luma, her hair a veil of burning starlight.And above them Hung the sky cracked and weeping blood-red mist, Queen Liora stood on the battlements. Armor glowing, soul thrumming, The Flameborn of Equinox. Sera at her right, Altheya at her left Auren below, sword pulsing with half-light.The first wave came soundless, Wraith-beasts made of lost memories, Children wrapped in shadow-stuff, Unborn things, clawing at the stone. “Hold the line,” Liora commanded, voice carrying like thunder.Ghostfang archers loosed arrows laced with fire-salt, Battlemages raised domes of mirrorlight, But nothing stopped Luma, She stepped through the flames. Unburned. Unblinking. Eyes locked on Liora “You wear a stolen crown,” she said softly.Liora answered, “Then come and take it.”The ba