All Chapters of Fated to Ruin the Luna - Crimson Moon Oath: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The ancient guardians descended the mountain slopes like titans stepping out of legend, their colossal forms cracking stone and uprooting trees with every thunderous stride. Lyra felt the ground vibrate beneath her feet as the lead beast, its body wreathed in swirling shadows and faint ethereal light, fixed its glowing silver eyes directly on her. The air grew thick, charged with primordial energy that pressed against her skin and made every hair stand on end.Kael remained a solid wall at her side, his body still half-shifted with black fur rippling across his shoulders and powerful arms. Blood streaked his torso from earlier wounds, yet he stood unbowed, one hand resting possessively on the curve of her belly while the other gripped a scavenged blade. Through their bond, she sensed his exhaustion warring with fierce determination, and beneath it all, that constant undercurrent of raw hunger. Even now, surrounded by converging armies and awakening horrors, the mate connection humm

The guardians’ protection came at a devastating price. With every step they took to shield Lyra, the land itself withered beneath their colossal feet. Grass turned to ash, trees crumbled into dust, and the river ran darker as if poisoned by their ancient awakening. Lyra felt the drain directly through her connection to their son. Each pulse of power he sent outward to command the beasts left him weaker, his movements inside her growing sluggish and labored, like a tiny flame fighting against a gathering storm.Kael sensed it too. His arm stayed locked around her as they retreated toward the eastern ridge, his body a constant shield while fresh blood seeped from wounds that refused to close. Through their bond she felt his torment, the way his love for her and their child warred with the brutal reality of watching her suffer. Yet even in this moment, the connection between them burned with something deeper than survival.His touch lingered on her hip, fingers pressing just enough to rem

The Heart of the Fracture pulsed with living light, moonlight crystals embedded in the cavern walls glowing in rhythmic waves that matched the beat of Lyra’s heart. The black stone altar at the center seemed to breathe, its surface etched with intertwined symbols that shifted subtly as she approached, as if the mountain itself recognized the life growing inside her. Power hummed in the air, thick and ancient, pressing against her skin like a thousand unseen eyes judging every breath she took.Kael stayed glued to her side, his hand never leaving the small of her back. His touch was steady despite the blood still drying on his skin and the deep gashes that pulled with every movement. Through their bond, she felt the full weight of his exhaustion, but also the fierce, unyielding love that refused to let him falter. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “Whatever this mountain asks, we give it together. I’m not letting you face this alone.”His words carried

Lyra dropped to her knees beside Kael as dark veins spread across his chest like cracks in marble. The corruption from the shattered sigil shard pulsed beneath his skin, fighting against the ritual’s stabilizing light. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, each one laced with pain that tore through their mate bond and made her own chest ache in response. She pressed both hands to the worst of the spreading darkness, willing her strength into him, but the corruption resisted, pushing back like living ice.“Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she leaned over him. His golden eyes, dimmer now, locked onto hers with fierce determination. Even in agony, he reached up and cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek with a tenderness that cut deeper than any wound. The bond between them flared weakly, carrying fragments of his love, his need, the way he had always looked at her as if she were the only light worth fighting for. She felt echoes of their shared nights in th

The northern horns grew louder, their notes sharp and resonant, cutting through the morning haze like blades forged from frost. Lyra stood on the ridge’s edge beside Kael, the cool wind tugging at her hair as she watched the new banners crest the distant hills. Deep emerald fields interwoven with silver threads fluttered in the breeze, carried by warriors whose armor gleamed with an otherworldly sheen. These were not the disciplined ranks of the Crown or the graceful predators of the vampire courts. They moved with the quiet confidence of those who had waited generations in silence, observing without intervening until the scales tipped too far.Kael’s arm remained wrapped around her waist, his body still warm despite the lingering shadows of corruption beneath his skin. He had refused to rest fully, insisting on staying at her side as the pack secured the area. Through their bond, she felt the steady thrum of his recovery, pain fading into determination, and beneath it all, that const