All Chapters of LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

March of Shadows POV: KeiraThe march began under a sky bruised with clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain and ruin. Our ragged band moved through the pass, a motley line of recruits, veterans, and the fractured team I’d come to rely on, Dax, Riven, Kai, Aya, Vayrek, Thea, and Vera. The mud sucked at our boots, each step a battle against the earth itself. Behind me, the recruits whispered, their voices tight with fear but threaded with a loyalty that both warmed and terrified me. Their young faces, some barely old enough to wield a blade, watched me like I was their beacon, their flame in the dark. I wasn’t sure I could bear the weight of their faith.Nylo trotted at my side, his ears pricked, his low growl a constant reminder of the danger ahead. Hollow Oak loomed in the distance, its jagged silhouette barely visible through the mist, but I could feel it calling. The spark inside me stirred, restless, like a caged beast clawing at its bars. It had been unsteady since th

Chains & Choices POV: KaiThe night was a shroud, thick with mist and the acrid tang of smoke from Kaden’s camp. I moved through it like a wraith, my cloak blending with the shadows, my steps silent despite the mud sucking at my boots. The brand on my shoulder throbbed under the weight of my pack, a constant reminder of the role I’d played for months, loyal dog to Kaden’s forces, a traitor in their eyes, a ghost in my own. My heart pounded as I slipped past the outer sentries, their lanterns casting weak pools of light that I avoided with practiced ease. I was still one of them, as far as they knew, and that lie was my only shield.The camp sprawled across the valley just outside Hollow Oak, a maze of tents and barricades bristling with men and steel. Torches flickered, their flames dancing in the damp air, and the forge itself loomed at the center, a squat, blackened structure that pulsed with an unnatural heat. I could feel it, even from here, a low hum that set my teeth on edge.

The Forge Awakens POV: KeiraThe dawn broke cold and sharp, the sky over Hollow Oak streaked with unnatural light, sigils pulsing like wounds in the clouds. Our group moved swiftly through the pass, a shadowed line of purpose cutting through the mist. The recruits marched behind me, their faces pale but resolute, their spears and swords glinting in the faint light. Nylo pressed against my leg, his growl low, sensing the danger that waited beyond the ridge. My spark churned within me, a wildfire barely leashed, stirred by the forge’s hum, a low, resonant song that called to the fire in my blood. Every step toward Hollow Oak made it harder to control, the flames inside me bending, twisting, yearning for release. I clenched my fists, sparks flickering at my knuckles, and forced my focus forward. We were here to end this, to break Gavin’s ritual before it could consume us all.Riven led the way, his sword drawn, his eyes scanning the treeline. Dax clutched the shard’s pouch, his face

The Breaking of Hollow Oak POV: DaxThe forge was a furnace of chaos, its air thick with heat, ash, and the scream of Keira’s fire. Her wave of flame had torn through the battlefield, a half-controlled blaze that melted armor, scorched stone, and left Kaden’s soldiers reeling. The sigils in the ritual circle flared wildly, their glow pulsing in time with the shard in Gavin’s hand, its red veins drinking Keira’s spark like a leech. I clutched the leather pouch at my hip, the shard inside burning hotter than ever, its hunger a palpable force that made my skin crawl. Aya was at my side, her daggers bloodied, her eyes sharp with urgency as we fought our way toward the circle. The recruits held the outer line, Vera and Thea’s voices barking orders through the din, while Riven battled Kaden’s elite guards, his sword a flicker of steel in the firelight. Kai was somewhere in the shadows, his sabotage our only hope of breaking the forge’s grip. But it was Keira, chained at the circle’s h

Epilogue POV: KeiraThe dawn after Hollow Oak’s fall was gray, the air heavy with ash and the faint tang of blood. The ruins of the forge smoldered behind us, a jagged scar of stone and iron against the scarred valley. The land around it was battered, trees blackened, earth cracked, but alive, the corruption that had pulsed through the sigils and beasts gone, its tendrils no longer spreading. The recruits worked in silence, burying the dead under Vera and Thea’s steady guidance, their hands trembling but resolute as they laid their fallen comrades to rest. Nylo pressed against my leg, his warmth a quiet anchor as I stood at the edge of the ruin, my spark flickering faintly, no longer pulled by the forge’s call. Riven, Dax, and Kai stood nearby, their faces etched with exhaustion and the weight of survival. Gavin was gone, vanished into the chaos of the collapse, his ritual broken but his shadow lingering, a threat that could return. For now, though, we’d won, and the cost was wri