All Chapters of Marked by Moon Fire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The air in the living room was heavy with silence. Lucy had her head bent, she still felt guilty and believed Lucien had come to scold her.Lucien stood near the large window, his hands folded behind him as if steadying himself for what he was about to say. Nyssa came into the living room and stood close to the door, her expression unreadable, while Lucy and Lilian sat opposite, watching their brother closely.He had summoned them all without explanation, and the tension was clear on their faces.“Lucien,” Lilian finally broke the silence, her voice low but firm. “You called us here in such haste… What’s going on?”Lucien turned away from the window facing them fully. His gaze drifted to the floor for a moment, then to Nyssa who gave him a calm nod before he turned to face them. His face was pale.“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said quietly.Lucy sighed and got up from the couch. “I am ready,” she said with a straight face.‘What?” Lucien’s brows arched in confusion.“I

“Lucien, stop!” Lilian’s voice cracked through the chaos, trembling between fear and disbelief.But Lucien didn’t stop. His fists came down again and again, the sound of bone against flesh echoing in the cold night air. Fabian groaned beneath him, blood pooling on the ground, his face barely recognizable.“Lucien!” Lilian shouted again, rushing forward. Her hands trembled as she tried to pull him back, but he didn’t seem to hear her. His eyes were glowing wild, unfocused, consumed by rage.“You fool” he growled, voice breaking. “You betrayed this family!”“Lucien, that’s enough!” Lilian yelled, stepping between them. She grabbed his arm just as it came down again. He froze, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling like a storm barely contained.“Move, Lilian,” he said, voice low. “This bastard needs to be taught a lesson!”She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “If you want to kill him, you’ll have to go through me.”Varn’s hands fell to his sides. For a moment, h

Nyssa had just finished arranging her clothes, with the help of the maids and Alice. The room still carried the faint scent of lavender from the linens they had just unfolded. Alice placed the last folded piece neatly into the closet, adjusting its corner with care before turning back to look at Nyssa.Nyssa was fitted quietly on the bed, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Her hands rested loosely on her lap, and her expression was distant, thoughtful.“What’s wrong?” Alice asked softly, walking closer until she stood right beside her.Nyssa exhaled slowly. “I was just wondering,” she said in a low voice, “when the Moon Goddess will finally give me the go-ahead to do what she sent me here for.”Alice frowned slightly, tilting her head. “And what exactly do you think she sent you here for?”Nyssa’s lips tightened. “To make him pay,” she murmured, almost to herself. “For what he did. For what he tried to do to me.”Alice crossed her arms, her tone gentle but firm. “Well, that’s b

The room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the candles burning by the bedside. The Queen lay still on the large bed, her breathing soft and measured. Nyssa sat nearby, half-leaning on the chair, her eyes darting between the Queen’s face and Lucien, who stood silently by the window, lost in his own thoughts; neither of them had said much since they got into the room.Then the Queen stirred. Her hand shifted slightly over the blanket, and her eyelids fluttered open. Lucien was the first to move. He rushed to her side and held her hands, concern filled in his expression.“Mother,” he said softly, kneeling by the bed. “Do you need anything? Water? Food?”The Queen shook her head weakly, her voice gentle but hoarse. “No,” She said, pulling her hands away from his hold. “I only need a bath. My body feels stiff.”Lucien turned to Nyssa almost immediately, ready to act, but Nyssa raised a hand to stop him. “Don’t worry. I’ll get Alice, and together we would help her,” she said, stand

Papa Ganda stood at the foot of the Queen’s bed, his face creased with worry. Lucien had asked for him after the Queen fainted, his old hands trembling slightly as he pressed his fingers against the Queen’s wrist. Her pulse was weak but steady.“I can’t explain what just happened,” he said finally, his voice low. “It was as though something inside her… snapped. Her body shut down all at once.”Lucien sat in the bed beside her, watching as Papa Ganda continued his examination. His fists clenched so tightly the veins in his arms were visible. He had barely spoken since they laid his mother back on the bed. Her face looked peaceful now, but Lucien knew she was far from that.“So what are you saying?” he asked, his voice tight. “You can’t tell me why she fainted?”Papa Ganda shook his head slowly. “Her body is stable, but her mind… I’ve never seen something quite like it.”Nyssa, who had been silent all along, stepped closer. “Then we need to bring in a healer,” she said calmly. “Someone