All Chapters of Claiming his Runaway Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The Silent SignalThe beat changed; it wasn't steady anymore; it became urgent and almost crazed. I knew, "She's warning me." Kael made a face. "Waking you up about what?" The answer was a low rumble that was far away. I looked up. There were zigzag cracks in the roof that let ash fly into the air. The crack wasn't stable. "Move!" I yelled. As we ran forward, a loud hissing sound came from behind us as a piece of the bridge fell into the fire below. The tunnel led to a cave that was only lit by the glow of molten ponds. The rough walls looked like they were living because shadows moved on them. I saw it after that. There was a small hole in the far wall that a man could crawl through. It flashed with blue light, which was the same color as Elara's magic. I skipped it. I pushed Kael forward. "That!" As we scampered toward it, our long, scary shadows stretched out behind us. I put my hand against the crack when I got to it. The magic rushed through me, feeling warm and famil

Blood and FireThe air was so hot that it was hard to breathe. Every breath hurt like glass being broken in my throat. The throne hall was on fire, and the cracked walls were painted a fiery red. In the middle of it all, she stood. In the wind, her hair waved around her like a flag, and her eyes were too bright to look at for long. It was almost painful how the light was shining through her skin. "Elara," I rasped as I stepped forward, even though I had a deep cut on my side. It hurt that hot blood was running down my ribs, but I didn't care. "Stop this right now." She slowly turned her head, as if each move hurt. She made a face that was somewhere between a smile and a frown. "That can't be done now, Lucian." "No." I stumbled toward you. The broken rock made my boots slip. While the Hollow King's shade was behind her, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. "It's never too late." Stop this right now, and we'll" Even though her laugh was soft and almost gentle, it made my chest hurt.

Silence After the StormEverything was quiet.It's too quiet.I opened my eyes to see a cloud of gray light that was turning white and making it hard to see. It hurt like church bells were hit too hard, too many times. I could taste ash on my tongue. My chest heaved as I tried to take in air that felt too thin.As the stone next to me broke, I slowly turned my head, my muscles wailing in pain. My vision swam. The battlefield was gone. There were no more flags, lines of troops, or the Hollow King standing tall above us. There was only broken ground, burned trees, and shapes that moved through the smoke like ghosts."...Elara?" My voice cracked against the silence. No answer.I forced myself onto my knees, my fingers sinking into dirt that was still hot. My body ached as if the blast had cracked me open from the inside. I looked downblood, streaked with soot, covered my hands. Not all of it was mine.A groan came from behind me. I stumbled toward it, stepping over twisted metal and brok

Shadows in the NorthThe wind cut through my armor like a blade of ice. Snow swirled around me in a storm of white rage, erasing the path I had been following for days. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I forced my legs forward. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t.“You’re chasing a ghost,” I told myself, though the words were filled with both fear and hope.Then, a whisper of movement behind me. Steel hissed as I drew my blade, eyes searching the endless white.A laugh broke the silencelow, cruel, and booming in the storm.“Lost little wolf,” a robber sneered, stepping out from behind a sharp rock. More followed shadows wrapped in furs, eyes gleaming with hunger and evil.I raised my sword. “If you’re here to rob me, you’ve chosen the wrong prey.”The boss grinned, drawing his axe. “Prey? You’re alone, bleeding, half-frozen. You won’t leave this mountain alive.”The circle tightened around me. My chest burned, my muscles screamed, but I refused to fail.“Then you’ll die first,” I spa

Fractured ReflectionsThe first thing I felt was pain. Sharp, hurting, spreading like fire through every muscle. The second thing I felt was her handcool, steady, shaking just slightly as it pressed against my chest.My eyes snapped open to the flicker of a fire. Shadows danced across a broken house wall. And there she was. Sitting beside me. Her face hidden behind the hood she never seemed to take off now, but I knew. My heart knew.“Elara…” The name tore from my throat like a prayer.Her head tilted, but her eyes held no love. No word.“You should not speak,” she said softly. Her voice was the same, music and steel linked together, but empty like someone had taken the fire from it. “Your wound was deep. The blade was poisoned. I pulled you back, but only barely.”I tried to push myself up, wincing. She pressed her hand against my shoulder, holding me down.“Don’t,” she mumbled. “You’ll tear it open again.”I searched her face, desperate. “Do you… know me?”A pause. The fire popped,