Alle Kapitel von Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Hertor.The wind battered the walls of the cabin, ricocheting outside as if it wanted to remind us that a world still existed beyond those walls. A world full of lies, waiting for our plan steeped in blood and betrayal.But here, within the warmth of these walls, the cabin kept us safe, as if it knew these were our last moments alone before the world collapsed.The windows were closed; it was already late afternoon, and Violet was in my bed. The low light of the cabin cast soft shadows over her bare skin as I slid my fingers over her, admiring every inch, every piece so soft and enticing.She looked at me with those eyes full of plea and desire, and I wondered how someone could carry so much strength, beauty, and ruin in the same body.I kissed her slowly, without hurry, as if every second were something to be saved, a precious memory. There was no urgency in that moment. No rush, despite what would come later. It was a silent farewell disguised as intimacy.My body knew hers with a

Rayan.The fortress felt different when I crossed its gates at the end of that hunt. Not because of the ancient stones or the banners fluttering atop the towers, but because of the uncomfortable sense of familiarity that had followed me ever since my father had begun walking at my side again.In recent times, since the banishment, his name had been an open wound, an echo of rage and grief that I had learned to push into a corner of my mind so I could rule. And now he was there, breathing the same air as me, sitting at the same table, sharing hunting strategies as if the past were not stained with blood.I had missed him. It was a truth I tried to avoid facing, but it asserted itself in the smallest details: in the way he walked to my left, as he always had; in his dry, direct manner of speaking; in his silent presence that, even when I was young, had always made me feel protected and pushed to be a better man.But missing him did not erase what he had done.I could never revoke the b

Violet.I have always loved the feeling of Rayan’s body weighing over mine, the way I disappeared beneath him and felt so small, so defenseless, so utterly surrendered.The bed creaked softly beneath us, the room lit only by the low fire in the hearth and the moon peeking through the dancing curtains. Rayan kept me pinned to the sheets, my hands above my head while his held my wrists.His strong arms, the heat of his skin brushing against mine, his wet lips dancing against mine, everything was a delirium of pleasure, an intimate dream shared by only the two of us.And yet, I knew.I knew that this was our last night.The last time I would feel his weight, his scent, the false safety of belonging to someone I was about to destroy with my own hands.It was no accident that I had chosen that nightgown. The sheer, lightweight fabric molded to my body in a way I knew drove him mad. I wanted him to look at me, to desire me, to possess me. I wanted that night to be etched into his memory.M

When I returned to the bedroom, silence greeted me like an old accomplice. The door closed behind me with a soft click. I locked it carefully, turning the key twice. And for a moment, I stood still in the center of the room, taking a deep breath, feeling the weight of the air, which seemed denser than usual.Rayan still hadn’t returned yet. The bed was untouched, the sheets far too smooth for what I knew they would soon become mere memory.My heart was pounding, but my hands were steady.I leaned against the dresser and faced my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were darker, resolute in a way I barely recognized anymore. All that lived in them was the darkness that had devoured me in that dungeon. The darkness I had become a part of in order to survive.I had no time to waste, so I turned away and began the ritual.I carefully removed the herbs hidden in the sleeve of my dress, placing them on a clean cloth. My hands moved with almost reverent precision. I had prepared infusions befor

Rayan.The first thing I felt was the headache.An uncomfortable pressure behind my eyes, as if someone had squeezed my skull from the inside and forgotten to let go. A strange heaviness, accompanied by a bitter taste in my mouth and an abnormal slowness in my thoughts.I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling the weight of my eyelids lifting, and stared at my surroundings, shrouded in dense darkness.For a second that lasted far too long, I thought I was still asleep, that the room was simply unlit, that Violet was beside me, that all of it was nothing more than the remnants of a bad dream.Until I tried to move.The cold and weight of metal around my wrists hit me before my brain could even form the right question. A jolt of reality tore through my body, and the air seemed heavier in my lungs. I inhaled deeply, instinctively trying to pull my arms with all my strength.The suppression chains answered with a sharp yank, an invisible pressure that drained my strength as if it had never