Todos os capítulos de Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

"Seraphyne Duskfang," my name escaped my lips once more, my fists clenching tighter. In that instant, I spun around with wide strides. My feet barely touched the stone floor, the palace corridors whipped past me like a lash. My breath caught, the sound of my own footsteps echoing like war drums. Ilon, Tavien, everyone was shouting my name behind me, but I heard nothing but one voice growing louder: the curse echoing in my head. “Damn it! I’ll kill you, Seraphyne. I’ll kill you!” I muttered. The underground prison door opened like a mouth waiting for flesh. The smell of dampness, iron, and blood assaulted my nose. Under the flickering hanging lamp, the sight that awaited me made the mud in my stomach churn.The guard warriors—who usually stood tall like pillars—lay like dolls. Some still breathed with raspy sounds, others were silent. The wounds on their bodies were not mere cuts. Their skin looked as though it had been burned from within, th

My eyes still feel cool with the white light clinging to my irises—as if the moon were occupying both eye sockets at once. Outside my body, the sound of breathing still echoes. Inside, my vision tears apart each page of time, one by one.The first vision rushes in without pause. A small, brightly lit house, the scent of incense, and hands clasped together. My mother—Aurora—stands in the center of the room, her skin reflecting a soft glow like an unyielding lamp. Beside her, a man in a robe, neat and cold, yet his eyes hold something unspoken: love and fear that knows the risk. They gaze at the newborn baby.  The baby’s cry shatters the silence. I saw my mother’s hand gently stroke the tiny head—light enveloping the baby’s face until I realized. The baby was not a stranger.“She is ours,” the man whispered, his voice soft like a gentle touch. “We will protect you. Though the world may scorn us, though my lineage clings like a stain—she is st

Mira nodded. "Still. The healers are stopping the bleeding. They are following the warrior leader's orders—'bind, don't kill.' Tavien swore to make sure that was enforced. But her wounds are severe. Since hands are an important asset for a witch, once she recovers, she will likely only be able to use simple spells that only require lip movements. She can no longer cast offensive spells or curses."I fell silent for a moment, a pang of pain spreading through my chest, yet mingled with a sense of relief. "I understand." My hand rested on Mira's shoulder. "Good work. Now it's my turn to check on him myself."A faint smile appeared on Mira’s lips. “Luna, please remember this. You’re not alone. Many people want to stand by your side and be a source of strength for you. You have many supporters, and I am one of them.” I nodded briefly and watched Mira leave with a blank expression. After her small figure disappeared, I resumed my delayed steps. I

That morning, the main dining room reflected light as usual—the sun crossed the tall windows, sweeping across the marble pillars and shining on the floor. I sat at the end of the long table, spoon in hand but motionless. The oatmeal in the bowl gave off a faint steam, its aroma mixed with cinnamon and a hint of salt. It should have been soothing. But my tongue felt like a piece of stone.He sat to my left. Too close for someone who had left so much distance between us. Alpha King. His presence weighed down the air. Not because of power, but because of something more personal—a sense of guilt that clung like cold mist.“Is the porridge bland? I can ask the waiter to add honey,” he asks softly, as if afraid his words might awaken the monster within me.I don’t turn my head. My spoon touches the surface of the porridge, drawing small circles, then stops again. Silence. That’s my fortress. If I speak now, I’m not sure I can hold back the flood.

He was bleeding from his nose, and the thick red liquid reappeared.The feeling that squeezed my heart came back. I don't even remember how we got to the room. Everything feels blurry: the marble floor creaking under the panicked footsteps, Ilon’s voice directing the guards outside the hallway, Nyra repeatedly greeting me through the mindlink, and Mira constantly ensuring that Alpha King didn’t lose consciousness. The only thing I remember clearly is his face—pale, tired, with red streaks staining his lips and chin. Now, he sat on the bed, his body slightly propped up by pillows. His breathing was heavy but steady, while my eyes dared not leave every movement of his chest as it rose and fell. I stood beside the bed, my hands clenched so tightly that my fingers trembled. “Calm down, Luna.” Nyra pats my shoulder briefly, but her voice sounds hoarse. Ilon stands on the other side of the bed, his jaw clenched, as if ready to slash anyone who d