Todos los capítulos de ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Nothing held, Because Liora was no longer just queen, or even mortal, She was something the world hadn’t yet defined, In the far corner, Aria watched silently. Her daughter had died once. Bargained back into existence. She had burned. Risen. Fought gods. And now?Now she teetered at the edge of something far more dangerous, Auren stood outside the chamber. He hadn’t gone near Liora since the battle ended. The sword Aurenvai lay across his back, sheathed in silence, But his thoughts screamed.He’d seen her death in a thousand fragments, Different futures. Different flames. All ending in ash.“My prince.”Auren turned. Theron stood nearby, blood drying on his armor. “She needs you.”“I know.”“Then why won’t you go to her?”Auren’s voice cracked. “Because I’m the one meant to end her And I don’t know if I can stop myself.”The battle’s smoke had just cleared, He had caught her as she fell, Liora’s eyes had opened briefly, and she had whispered a single word: “It’s inside me.”Then colla

The scout’s words hung in the chamber like a blade mid-fall “She called herself… Aria.”Sera’s blood turned cold. Altheya stood frozen beside her, mouth parted but silent. “That’s impossible,” Sera muttered. “Aria hasn’t left Nightwind in weeks. She's been at Liora’s side every night.”The scout eyes hollow from the journey nodded slowly. “I thought the same, but... she knew things only the Firemother would know. And she walked through fire untouched.”Altheya’s hands clenched the edge of the war table. “We need to verify the queen’s location. Now.”In the Moonhall, Aria stood over her sleeping daughter, She was humming a lullaby older than kingdoms, Liora stirred slightly, murmuring in her sleep, “Mama…”Aria brushed hair from her brow, Then Sera barged in. “Sera?” Aria frowned.“Don’t move,” Sera said, drawing a dagger.Aria blinked. “Excuse me?”“Where were you two nights ago?”“Here.”“Swear it.”“I was here.”Sera didn’t lower the blade. Aria’s jaw tightened. “What’s going on?”A

The mirror closed behind her Liora blinked, Sunlight kissed her skin. Warm. Real, She stood barefoot in soft grass, the air thick with lavender and promise, Birdsong. A brook. Distant laughter, No fire. No war. No scream in her bones Just peace, She looked down, Her hands, clean. No sigils. No burn marks.A child ran through the garden ahead. Small, laughing, glowing with joy, The girl turned, bright gold eyes catching Liora’s. “Mama!”Liora staggered Because that was Liora’s voice. From years ago, But she had never known this child A man stepped into view next Tall. Dark hair. Gentle smile. It was Auren. But... not quite.His eyes didn’t hold the weight, His soul didn’t carry the edge, He wore simple linen. Farmer’s hands. No sword, He crossed the garden to kiss her forehead. “Sleep well, my flame?”She nodded, too stunned to speak, A second child followed. A boy. Barefoot and grinning, dragging a carved wolf toy, The perfect family, The perfect life, And none of it was real “This is

Darkness, But not cold Not cruel, Liora floated in a space between worlds. Her breath came easily. Her wounds were gone. Even the soul-hinge pain had dulled. Yet, She felt wrong. Untethered. Whole, but hollow, Then she opened her eyes.She was in a garden, Not the mirror one. A real place but twisted, Ash trees with blood-colored blossoms,Glass flowers humming with heat, The air was thick with memory. She recognized the scent.Kael’s cologne. The wolfwood incense from her old chambers. This was a prison of comfort, And he was already waiting Sitting beneath a glowing tree, legs crossed, wine in hand like they were old friends. “Welcome home,” Kael said.Liora didn’t move. “I’m not yours,” she said flatly.Kael smiled. “You keep saying that. But you’re here.”“You took me.”“I gave you a choice.”Her voice rose. “You ripped me away from everything!”“No. I reminded you who you were before they rewrote your fire to serve their war.”He stood, walking slowly toward her “I didn’t bring yo

Darkness. But this time… it was rest. Liora floated, wrapped in warmth, not fire, not ash, but something like a mother’s arms. She felt tethered again. Not to pain. But to life.When she opened her eyes, soft moonlight spilled through sheer curtains. She was lying on her side, the scent of dried lavender and burned incense clinging to the air.For a moment, She thought it was a dream, Until she saw the gold streaks scorched into the walls, Her own flame’s signature. She was home.Sera sat by her bedside, asleep in a chair, a dagger still strapped to her thigh, Aria stood in the doorway, face unreadable. Not the goddess. Not the warrior Just… her mother.“You’re awake,” Aria said softly.Liora tried to sit up. Her body ached, but it responded. “I remember… everything,” she whispered.Aria nodded. “You burned a god out of existence.” There was no celebration. No parade.Just silence. And tension. Because now the realm had no gods. And the world wasn’t sure what came next.Later that nigh