All Chapters of THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ever since the council meeting, Elliot hadn’t been himself. He moved like a storm with no direction — silent, tense, and restless. He barely spoke at meals, barely ate. Most days, he was gone before dawn, training until the moon was high again. The air around him had shifted, heavier, darker, like he was carrying something no one else could see.That morning, I went to Ariana's room to drop some laundry. As I reached her door, voices drifted through the half-open slit. I froze.“…why has Elliot been so scarce lately?” Ariana’s sharp, impatient tone. “He barely stays in this house. Has he been seeing another woman?”A man’s voice answered, calm, nervous. “No, my Lady. He spends most of his time at the training grounds. He’s been pushing himself too hard… like something’s weighing on him.”“Still,” Ariana pressed, her voice lowering into something colder, “I want you to find out more. That’s why we’re paying you, Tim. If there’s another woman, I want her name. I want to know where sh

Three hours passed. The palace returned to its usual rhythm, soldiers drilling, servants rushing about, Ariana’s absence hidden beneath polite silence. Still, I couldn’t shake the unease twisting in my chest. Every time I crossed the hallways, I half expected someone to realize she was gone, but no one did.It was almost sunset when my phone buzzed.I rushed into the empty laundry room and answered. “Xavier?”His voice was low and steady. “You were right. She didn’t go to her family’s estate.”My pulse quickened. “Then where is she?”“She’s at an old hotel near the border, the Silver Haven Inn.” He paused, his tone darkening. “She’s not alone, Liora. She checked in with two men. Both unidentified."I gripped the phone tighter. “What could she be up to?”“Whatever Ariana’s doing, it’s not just a visit. She’s hiding something.” He said quietly. My breath caught. “Xavier, what do we do?”“I’ll stay on her trail,” he said. “But, Liora… this might go deeper than either of us thought."The

“She’s a liar.”I froze. The words sliced through the night like a blade. Slowly, I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest.A figure stepped out of the shadows, cloaked in black, the hood drawn low. But then, with one smooth motion, she pulled it back, and my breath caught.“Nina?”Her face was pale, but her eyes, those fierce, bright eyes, hadn’t changed. A hundred emotions hit me all at once. Shock, relief, happiness.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, glancing around anxiously. “If anyone sees you...”She raised a hand, silencing me gently. “It’s all right. I won’t stay long. I only came to talk to you.”I took a shaky breath, still trying to steady myself. “You… you know about the pregnancy, don’t you?”Her lips curved, not into a smile, but something grim. “I know everything.”“What do you mean?”“The child,” she said slowly, “is not a true Silvercrest. Just like Ariana is not a true Redhart.”The words hit like thunder.I shook my head, trying to process it. “What, ho

The grip on my wrist was so tight it burned. I gasped, twisting to see who had caught me, and froze when I saw Tim. Elliot’s assistant.His face was blank, but his eyes gleamed with something cold and sharp. Before I could speak, he yanked the door wide open and pushed me forward into Ariana’s chamber.The three women, Ariana, her mother Luna Sabrina, and Lana, turned at once.The air in the room changed instantly.“What’s going on?” Ariana demanded, her voice sharp.Tim bowed slightly. “My Lady, I caught this maid eavesdropping outside your door. She was hiding behind the screen.”Lana’s expression hardened. “Eavesdropping?”My heart thudded painfully. “I... I wasn’t...” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I swear, I wasn’t trying to...”“She’s lying,” Tim cut in flatly. “I’ve noticed her before... always lingering around places she shouldn’t be. I thought maybe I was imagining it, but now I see I wasn’t.”Luna Sabrina rose slowly from her seat, setting down her cup. Her voice was calm

When I woke up, everything hurt. My body throbbed like I’d been dragged through fire and ice. For a moment, I didn’t even remember where I was, until I felt something cool against my cheek.I opened my eyes slowly.Elliot was sitting beside me, his sleeves rolled up, his face tense with worry as he dabbed my face with a wet rag. There was blood on his hand, mine. His brows were drawn together in quiet frustration, the kind that came from both anger and fear.I wanted to speak, but my throat burned.“Don’t move,” he said firmly, his voice low but steady. “Just… sit still.”I swallowed hard, trying to understand my surroundings. We were inside what looked like a small hunting cabin, old, dusty, but safe. The walls were made of dark wood, a single oil lamp flickered on a nearby table, and the scent of pine and smoke filled the air. A first-aid kit lay open beside him, and I could tell from the blood-stained gauze that he had been at it for a while.My clothes were torn, my arms bruised,