All Chapters of ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

He had no face, Only a hollow where a soul might have lived, His body shimmered with ink that bled upward writing itself constantly, rewriting his skin in looping, jagged sigils. Liora didn’t need a name to understand what he was.He was the consequence of refusal, The thing that came when someone said no to the Scribe and tried to steal the pen anyway. He was the Unwritten. And now, he was hungry.He moved like memory quick, echoing, impossible to hold. His hands, when they struck, didn’t touch her skin. They edited her, One moment, her flame burned, The next, it didn’t, One moment, she remembered her name, The next, it was gone.Liora stumbled, her voice caught in her throat. “You are not meant,” he rasped,“to exist outside the page.”She summoned fire, But it flickered, Faltered, Not because she was weak, but because he was erasing the reason she’d lit it in the first place, A battle not of bodies, But of meaning. Her mind reeled, She began to forget Her pack, Her pain, Her reason

The throne room of Nightwind was silent as stone when Liora entered. No guards, No council Only her, The Other Queen. Seated on her throne Hands folded in her lap, Eyes void-black and bottomless.Liora paused in the doorway, her crown flickering against her spine like a heartbeat out of rhythm. The flame within her rose in warning, but she willed it still.She would not burn first, Not here, Not with this. “Get off my throne,” Liora said.The Other Queen smiled.“I’m not sitting on it, Liora. I’m reminding you what it cost to keep it.”The Other Queen rose slowly, steps graceful and terrible. “We’re not enemies,” she said. “We’re results.”Liora frowned. “Results of what?”“Of the same wound,” her echo replied. “We were both betrayed. Both burned. Both reborn.”“Then why are you here?”“To ask a question,” the Other Queen said, walking the edge of the chamber. “If the world begs you to lead… will you let it dream?”Liora stiffened. “What does that mean?”“In my world, I wrote peace,”

It was her voice, It was always her voice, But now it echoed like something trapped behind glass cracked, distorted, hungry. “Hello, me.”“Let’s decide who gets to wear the ending.”Liolai stepped down from the throne of the mirror-Nightwind, She didn’t walk, She glided, as if the world beneath her rearranged itself to keep her aloft, Everything about her was almost-Liora.The same eyes, The same flame in her palms, But it burned inward, Consuming her. Feeding on her, She wore the Hollow Crown in reverse spines facing in, bleeding into her scalp like barbed roots.Liora didn’t summon fire. Not yet. Instead, she stepped forward and asked quietly, “What are you?”Liolai tilted her head, smiling with broken serenity. “I’m the girl who swallowed her sorrow instead of surviving it.”She raised her arms. “I’m the version of you that didn’t forgive Kael. Who didn’t mourn. Who let vengeance grow teeth. You cast me off the page…”“Now I’m writing myself back.”The ground warped beneath their f