All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Hybrid Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Morana’s POVThe Darkwood bends for me.The trees shrink back.The earth shivers.The shadows dance in delight as I walk through them, their whispers brushing across my skin like cold fingers.“Failed…”“Escaped…”“Awakened…”“She rises…”I grit my teeth, nails digging into my palm hard enough to draw black blood.“Silence.”The shadows obey instantly.The forest stills.Only the faint hum of power vibrates beneath my feet — the earth’s heartbeat, trembling in response to my fury.Aurora Hayes.The child I should have claimed sixteen years ago.The child I cursed.The child whose mother I killed.She survived.Not only survived—she has thrived.Her magic flared through the realm like a scream of defiance, shaking the very foundation of my power. Even now, the memory of that outburst throbs at the base of my skull like a migraine.Moonfire.Witchlight.Royal blood.Belle and Henry’s little secret.Her final betrayal.And that insolent girl—Aurora—had the audacity to unleash that power

Aurora’s POVThe scream still echoed in the back of my skull as I hurried into the safehouse.My wolf paced inside me, restless, claws scraping at the edges of my consciousness.“Tell them,” she whispered.I barely made it into the central room before I nearly collided with Rowan.He caught me instantly, hands gripping my shoulders.“Aurora? What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”Zander appeared at my other side a second later, chest heaving like he’d sprinted the whole way.“Talk to us,” he urged, brushing his fingers against my cheek.I swallowed hard.“My wolf… she said something’s coming.”Rowan stilled.Zander’s jaw clenched.Neither spoke.So I continued, voice trembling but steady.“She said Morana is waking something old. Something older than witches. Older than wolves. Something that’s coming for us.”Zander froze like stone.Rowan’s silver eyes narrowed, calculating, cold.Then Rowan asked quietly, “Did she name it?”I shook my head.“Just that… I could hear it. In the woods.”Zande

Aurora’s POVThe Frostbound Peaks rose before us like jagged white teeth biting into the clouds.The mountains stretched so high they swallowed the sky, casting long shadows across the snowy plains. The air was so cold it burned my lungs every time I inhaled. I pulled my cloak tighter around me, but it didn’t help much.“Our path lies through that pass.” Rowan pointed toward a narrow valley cut between two monstrous cliffs.It was dark.Empty.Silent.Too silent.Even Zander’s wolf bristled within him, hackles raised, tail stiff.“This place gives me the creeps,” he muttered.Elle rubbed her hands together, breath fogging in front of her. “That’s because this land remembers old magic. Magic that isn’t kind.”Her eyes flicked to me.“Aurora… stay close.”Zander looped an arm around my waist. “She’s not leaving my sight.”Rowan nodded, positioning himself at my right. “Or mine.”My wolf hummed under my skin, restless. Watching. Listening.“She is near,” she whispered in my mind.“Not t

Aurora’s POVThe inner chamber of the Frostbound Peaks felt alive with magic.Warmth radiated from floating lanterns — flames suspended midair, flickering gold and blue as if they breathed. Shelves carved straight into ancient glacier walls held treasures: leather-bound tomes etched in runes, scrolls tied with moon-silk, crystals humming faintly, relics wrapped in shadowed cloth.But none of it stole my breath the way she did.At the far end of the chamber stood a witch.Hooded. Bent with age.Yet thrumming with a power that made the air tighten around her.She lifted her head as if she had been waiting centuries.Her voice cracked like stone splitting under frost.“You walk in Belle’s shadow, child.”My heart stopped so violently it almost hurt.I took one hesitant step closer. “You… knew her?”The witch slowly raised trembling hands and pulled back her hood.Her hair was silver, braided tightly with small strands of frost and tiny snow-white roots. Her skin was lined with age and m

Morana’s POVThe void quivered around me.Shuddered.Trembled.Not with hunger.With fear.I tasted blood—my own—as I wiped black ichor from the corner of my mouth. The backlash of Aurora’s moonfire still burned through my veins like molten silver.The Umbrathal hissed from the depths of the sanctum. Its voice—once confident, ancient, dripping with superiority—now echoed with unease.“She grows.”I clenched my hands into fists, nails biting into my skin.“Yes,” I spat. “Faster than expected.”I had awakened the Hunters.I had sent them against a barely trained girl.And yet—She burned them.Not destroyed, but wounded.Enough to force me to rethink everything.The shadows slithered along the ground like frightened snakes, recoiling from the lingering imprint of her power.Even the darkness remembered her now.The void pulsed again.“We must strike now.”“No.”The single word echoed sharply, slicing through the sanctum.The Umbrathal recoiled.“Retreat?” it hissed, incredulous.“Yes,”