All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Selene’s POV)The ride back home was painfully quiet. No one spoke a word. The air inside the car felt heavy, and every second that passed made it even harder to breathe. I sat by the window, watching the trees blur past under the moonlight. My hands were cold, and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding.“It’s going to be okay.” My grandmother’s voice came softly from beside me.I looked down at my lap, my throat tightening. “What’s Marcus going to do to him?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “He wasn’t at fault, Grandma. It was me. I told him to do it. He was only trying to protect me. I just wanted to find Casper, I asked for his help. It’s all on me.”She sighed quietly and shook her head. “Stop blaming yourself. Marcus won’t hurt him, you’re both safe so there’s no aggravating circumstance that would require a grave punishment. Not to mention we were able to subdue the enemy because of this incident. So I’m sure it will lessen his

(Selene’s POV)The road stretched endlessly ahead, lined with trees that swayed quietly in the wind. The hum of the car engine was the only sound filling the air and it was beginning to suffocate the life out of me.I sat in the backseat, sandwiched between Celina on my right and Jace on my left. Theo was up front beside Ronan, who was driving.No one spoke. The silence was so thick it almost buzzed in my ears. I glanced toward the other car driving ahead of us, the one where Marcus and Grandma were. I wish I was there right now, but I know bumping into them is inevitable, so I might as well not evade them.I sighed softly and looked around again. Theo stared out the window, lost in thought. Jace crossed his arms tightly, his expression unreadable. Celina had her earphones in, though I could tell no music was playing and she was clearly also waiting for anyone to talk. And Ronan, with his hands gripping the steering w

(Selene’s POV) The deeper we went into the forest, the quieter it became.
Even the sound of the wind seemed to fade away, leaving behind a tranquil peace.I walked behind my cousins, watching as the faint glow from the trees danced across their faces. Everything here looked unreal, the air shimmered faintly, and the faint hum beneath my feet felt alive, like the forest itself was breathing with life itself.Up ahead, I saw a tall man standing at what seemed to be the center of the forest. His clothes shimmered slightly under the soft light, and his silver eyes glowed faintly. There was something ancient about him, something that made me instinctively straighten my posture.As if any second I’d be scolded if his eyes ever landed on mine.Ronan walked toward him, his tone respectful but confident as they spoke in low voices. The man nodded after a while, his gaze sweeping past us, as if measuring every single one of us with

(Selene’s POV) For a while, I just watched, unable to move.He played like he was lost in another world, each note gentle but full of meaning. I didn’t know the song, but somehow, it felt familiar. Strangely familiar…but why would it? I’m not even that invested in music. All of a sudden, he stopped.The sound of the violin faded into silence.The man stood perfectly still for a moment, then slowly lowered his instrument. His head turned slightly, then sharply, toward the door, or more specifically…at me!Oh my goddess!My heart skipped a beat.He saw me!Before I could react, his footsteps moved quickly across the floor.Panicking, I took a step back planning to dash away but it was too late. The door swung open, and in a blink, he was in front of me.His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist firmly.“Who are you?” His voice was deep which sent weird shivers down my s

(Third Person POV) The air grew heavier as more delegations arrived. The atmosphere shifted with each entrance, new faces, new sounds, new energies blending together. After the fairies took their place, whispers rippled through the room.Then came the witches.They entered in a slow procession, cloaked figures in deep purple and black, their eyes glowing faintly beneath the hoods. They walked gracefully, but their presence felt… unsettling. A faint wisp of smoke followed them, the scent of burning herbs lingering in the air that made others pinch their nose.A few guests, mostly from the fairy court, murmured disapprovingly. The witches weren’t exactly known for their peaceful behavior making them cautious.“Typical,” Jace muttered quietly to Theo. “Always trying to make an entrance.”One of the witches snapped her fingers and a sudden breeze rushed through the hall, strong enough to make some papers flutter off the ta