All Chapters of Lunaborn at Moonridge Academy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She’s Different Kael’s POV“You’ve been quieter than usual,” Rowan said. His voice was casual, but the weight beneath it wasn’t.We were strolling through the gravel path behind the academy, a shortcut that rarely saw anyone except night patrols. The air smelled faintly of iron and pine, the trees whispered against each other above us like they were telling secrets we couldn’t understand.“Since when do you pay attention to my moods?” I calmly shot back.He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Since your girl started spacing out in class like she’s listening to voices only she can hear. I figured if I ask her directly, she’ll give me some weird poetic nonsense. You, on the other hand…” He shrugged. “You’ll slip if I start asking.”I exhaled but it came out like half a laugh, half a sigh. Yup.. Rowan always had a way of cornering me.“Elara isn’t…” I hesitated.He stopped, one eyebrow arched. “Isn’t what?”“Isn’t human,” I said at last, the words tasting heavier in the air t

Old FriendThorne’s POV“Issh” I grunted to no one in particular..The night air was colder than it had any right to be. It carried that kind of sharp and weird stillness that told me something was cooking, something old and dangerous. I stood by my car and stared at the metallic reflection of the moon shimmering on the hood of my car. I was just about to slide into the driver’s seat when my phone buzzed.I didn’t even need to check the ID. Only a handful of people had this number of mine, and fewer dared to use it.I answered. “Took you long enough.. Check on the Beast of Grazilio.”There was a pause on the other end, then a disbelieving scoff. “I know you’re crazy but what the hell Thorne.. What kind of bloody request is that?”I leaned back in the driver’s door, my gaze fixed on the moonlit treeline. “A death messenger has been spotted close by and the description I got… it matches. Someone must have awoken the Beast.”The line crackled as silence stretched for a while, it felt w

Your Other GirlsRowan’s POV‘Good’ Lior growled as we watched the blonde haired fool walk away, his shoulders slumped as rejection made his steps heavy. Even as I acted nonchalant while watching him, I didn’t miss the way Lily’s eyes followed him.. guilt flickered across her face like a candlel about to die.‘Well? Say something’ Lior’s voice rumbled inside me again, impatient and restless as always. ‘ Say something you moron.. you can’t just stand here staring like a lovesick puppy.’I finally opened my mouth, but Lily beat me to it. She turned toward me, her eyes soft but laced with discomfort. “Thank you… for coming through for me back there. I was actually short of words and didn’t know how to let him down. He looked… cute, you know? Too cute to hurt his feelings. I mean, it must have taken a lot of courage to ask me that in front of everyone.”Her voice trailed, awkward but genuine just the way I liked..I managed a smile, though my chest twisted with words I felt she wouldn’t

The Voice WithinElara’s POVThe mat beneath my feet was slick with sweat and dust, but for the first time since I could remember, my body moved as though it belonged to someone else.My opponent lunged, and before I could think, my arm shot out, catching her wrist and twisting it behind her back. She yelped, stumbling forward, but I didn’t stop. My foot swept her leg from under her, my hand pressed at the back of her neck, forcing her face down to the mat.Gasps erupted around the sparring ring.“Elara!” the instructor shouted.But I barely heard him. All I could hear was the way my pulse thundered in my ears, my muscles burned, but not from strain.. no, from something hotter, sharper. The girl beneath me whimpered, tapping against the mat to signal surrender. Still, I pressed harder, almost relishing the control, the power.“Elara, that’s enough!” A hand clamped down on my shoulder, wrenching me back. My chest heaved as I stumbled away, the world around me tilting. My sparring

The ReckoningThornes PovThe office had become darker than when we had first entered, curtains were now drawn tight against the pale morning light. Only the fire in the hearth glowed in a low, steady burn that threw jagged shadows across the edges of the shelves and stone walls.And there he was.Malik.He now stood at the window, his frame a silhouette against the heavy drapes, his hands clasped behind his back like he had something to say. The silence was thick, but I refused to be the first to break it.“Why are you here?” My voice was flat, steel sharpened by years of restraint. “You were supposed to be in your grave.. Dead .”Malik’s shoulders shifted slightly as he let out a slow exhale that sounded more like amusement than weariness. When he finally turned, the firelight painted half his face in gold, the other in shadow.“And yet,” he said softly, “here I am. Ironic isn’t it”My jaw clenched. “Answer me properly, Malik. Why are you back?”He flashed me that infuriating, care