All Chapters of LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs: Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

Dax POVThe beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walking blasphemy born from some unholy crucible.I ran before my mind could argue, my boots pounding the earth, each step jarring my poisoned lung. The beast’s stench hit me first—a rancid mix of rot and molten metal that clawed at my throat. My sword was already in hand, the worn leather grip slick w

Riven’s POV The firelight painted the camp in red and gold. From the tree line, hidden among old pines, I watched the men gather shoulder to shoulder. They laughed, shouted, and knocked tankards together. The air smelled of cheap wine, sweat, and smoke. It felt tense—like something ready to explode.Keira stood in the middle.She held her shoulders straight and her chin up, but I could see the tightness in her jaw and the way her hands twitched. Nylo, her small fierce dog, stayed close to her heels, tail stiff and eyes bright. Vera and Thea stood by her, solid and dangerous. But even they could not hide her from the hundreds of eyes watching. The crowd looked hungry, curious, cruel.Kaden stood at the center. He lifted a hand, and the noise stopped as if someone had put a lid over it. He looked calm and heavy, like a statue. Behind him was Gavin, smiling like a fox, sure he had already won. Seeing Gavin made a hard, cold thing twist in my gut.I gripped my sword so tight my hand ache

Riven POVThe road lay white and long beneath the noon sun, a pale ribbon cutting through low scrub and broken trees. Dust rose behind the convoy in slow, angry clouds. From the ridge, I watched them move: wagons creaking, men shifting on their mounts, the way Keira rode with a slim, guarded steadiness that made my teeth ache.Vayrek crouched beside me, cloak drawn tight, eyes like cold stone. “You’ll jump at the wrong moment,” he said, as if warning me from habit rather than care.“If I wait until the wrong moment, she dies,” I said.He considered that. “So you’ll throw yourself at a crowd.”“I’ll throw myself at the ones who matter.” My voice tasted of old iron and something like promise.We dropped down from the ridge in the heat, the beast beneath me moving slow so as not to kick up suspicion. Below, the convoy wound between low rock faces that would make a thief’s back the perfect place to hide. I’d watched the road for hours, learning its dips and shadows like a prayer. The pass