All Chapters of Finding their Luna at an all boys school: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KaelJust like I had predicted, the principal refused to listen to our sides of the story. Apparently, the The moment Gerald left, it had been because he wanted to get to the principal first and sell a false narrative. He bought it like Gerald's puppet that he was and had us thrown into the bridewell. Was ever narrative that's Gerald had sold to the principal obviously covered Elara because she was exempted from the punishment. Damon was too, because he had been on another team, and fortunately for him no member from his team had intentionally broken the heartstone. "We have to find a way to get out of here!" I said to Cassidan after just a few hours of being thrown into the Bridewell. "How do you intend to get out?" His tone was without any emotion. He sat weakly on the floor, his knees drawn to his chest with his hands hanging just in the middle, his head bowed down.I thought for a moment. Nothing. I had no idea how we were going to get those without being a caught. Moreover, e

Elara. The air in the detention hall was thick with silence. Dust motes floated lazily in the sunlight seeping through the high windows, dancing in the heavy stillness. None of us spoke. Cassidan sat with his arms crossed, glaring at the far wall as though he could burn a hole through it. Kael drummed his fingers against the desk, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with restrained fury. And Gerald—Gerald sat at the far end of the room, his elbows on his knees, his face was shadowed, pretending not to care.The principal’s words still rang in my ears: “You’ve embarrassed this academy. All of you will face disciplinary action.”We were suspended from training for two weeks, restricted to campus, forced into community service—an insult to warriors like them. But honestly, I’m just glad no one ended up dead.The fight kept replaying in my head. And that look that had been in Gerald's eyes—black and gold, like something ancient had stirred awake.I shifted uneasily on the bench, feeling the we

125—Damon. The night was soft with the hum of crickets filling our ears. Elara walked beside me, her hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, her steps were slower than usual. I could tell something was weighing on her mind. And she was holding back. We’d been walking in silence for a while, the quiet stretching between us like a fragile thread. I didn’t mind it, though.She finally spoke, her voice low. “Damon… there’s something I need to tell you.”I glanced at her, my brows lifting. “You sound serious.”She nodded, not looking at me. “I’ve been meaning to explain why I’ve kept Gerald around. Why I didn’t want Cassidan or Kael to push him away even when they had every reason to.”My chest tightened. I stayed quiet, letting her talk.“There’s something about him,” she said softly, her words trembling. “Something familiar. I know he’s hiding things. I know he’s dangerous, but… I can’t shake this feeling. Like I’ve known him before.”I frowned. “Known him? How?”Her lips parted, a

Elara "Well, well, well. If it's the prodigal daughter!" Father's voice boomed sternly as I got thrown at his feet. Refusing to let them see me as a weakling even in the face of danger, I got up to my feet, dusting the back of my clothes. I dared to stare into his menacing gaze. He stood up from his throne, advancing towards me like a predator to its prey. My stance didn't falter. I refused to let my outward expression mirror the fear running through me. His eyes scrutinized me. "I must say, a lot has changed about you, Elara." His voice held anger and fury. His piercing gaze, dismantling the intestinal fortitude around me. "You're a traitor and a criminal!" His voice reverberating across the room. "Not only did you poison your mother, you evil child, but you ran away to escape punishment, thinking you could outrun your heinous crimes. I will teach you a lesson that you will never forget in a long time, Elara!" He spat out at me. Before I got the chance to defend myself, I fe

ElaraFew minutes after I'd regained consciousness, I heard the sound of the gates to the dungeon opening. My eyes fluttered open as I turned to see who was coming. A guard—Tmothy?It was the Timothy. His presence like a submerging shadow. "Get up, I'm not finished with you yet." He spat out with spite. He placed one leg onto my back, crushing my bone into the ground. More blood gushed out from my mouth. He twisted his leg, burying his boots into my flesh. "You really have guts, Elara. I'll commend you for that. No wonder you ran away to Lupinmore and were able to survive." He took his leg off me. Came over in front of me and crouched down. My face was buried in the floor. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head so I could meet his gaze. "Let go of my hair!" I managed to say, whining in pain. My entire mouth soaked with blood with droplets of it, falling from the corners of my mouth. The metallic taste now familiar. "Oh really, am I hurting you, dear sister?" Mockery