Semua Bab Cursed Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

John Between taking a breath and letting it out, my breath was suspended. I was rapidly losing oxygen. First, my lungs failed. As the damned pool pushed me back toward the surface, fire tore through my chest, and I could taste iron burning in my throat. There was nothing I could do. I gasped and dragged in air like a dying man as I exploded out of the water's surface in a tremendous spray. I felt no relief as the chilly wind hit my moist cheeks. No. I was angry. At everything, primarily at myself, though. I remained feeble. so frail that I was unable to defend my pack, protect her. Half-crazed with desperation, I slumped against the cave's ragged stone wall, panting. My mind was racing with concepts. She might have long since lost all of her air because she had been in there for too long. "Please, goddess, she can't pass away. She can't. My words were almost a threat and a plea. like how I feel right now. If only I had the depth to go that far. "Gosh darn you

Scarlett He was the first thing I saw when I woke up. As if he had dragged me out of death itself, his face was stretched taut with fatigue. He had, too. Before I could stop them, the tears started to fall. I had been so certain that it was over that they slipped loose, leaving warm trails down my cheeks. I recalled the weight pulling me into the abyss of darkness and the water filling my lungs. I had promised myself that I wouldn't resist death if it so desired. The fact that it was nondescript, forgotten, and engulfed by the void was possibly the only fate a nobody like myself deserved. But here I was. alive. He had come to get me. I let out a broken sob. I was too grateful to conceal my weakness. At the sound, his eyes opened, and they softened in a way I had never seen them do before when they discovered me. He regarded me as though I were his fulcrum. I was so emotional over that. My companion, this man, has come to get me. The cold in

John I knelt down to prepare myself for the challenge and said, "I can do it." That was it. A problem. Not much more. "Give me a chance." I knelt down and gazed up at her. “We have no choice.” We were unable to choose to flee from that. God had no idea how many more horrors we would encounter. This was too much for me to handle, but I had to admit it. Concerned, she ran a hand through her still-wet hair. "All right." Using my inner power, I closed my eyes. I was considering how to prepare the upcoming generation of our pack's fighters to face any conflict a few hours ago. The moon goddess seems to have responded to me. I had to destroy these beasts first, though, so that I could reassure my warriors that they could do the same. A sting struck my chest, and my throat burned. And it was as the goddess wished if everything ended here. Before I could properly brace myself for the impact, the beast's arm swung like a battering ram as its shadow erupted. All aroun

John The brutal and clear memory of what I had witnessed came flooding back. With no hesitancy, no spell, and no weapon just unbridled, uncontrolled force fire had sprung from her as if she were the source. With a strength not possessed by wolves, it had burnt through those beasts like nothing I had ever seen, turning them to ash. That had never been used by a wolf. No wolf could. Although my pulse was pounding with a mix of surprise, anxiety, and interest, I tightened my jaw and forced myself to remain still in order to maintain the steadiness of my voice. My inner historian came to life. Once, before I was overwhelmed by conflict, duty, and blood, I spent years poring over literature that most people wrote off as myths. Forgotten documents, half-burned scrolls, or broken tales carved into stone. Stories about creatures that formerly roamed with wolves but had disappeared so thoroughly that the world had dismissed them as myths. Stories about fire, blood, and elements

Rebecca It was a tranquil world. Too silent, i carefully opened my eyes, anticipating the feel of John's presence nearby, the moist coolness of stone beneath my cheek, and the subtle scent of dust and mist. But none of that was here. I had a soft surface on which to lie. It wasn't silk or grass. It was somewhere in the middle. It threw pale light up my arms and shone dimly beneath my fingers. I felt as if I had woken up inside a dream as the air around me shimmered. Heart pounding, I sat up too quickly, but nothing changed. I was surrounded by an endless silver mist, and above me hung a moon so large and close that it filled the whole sky. It made a slight heartbeat-like pulsation. This isn't true. Or perhaps it was. Instinctively, my hands reached my body and then halted. The tunic I had borrowed from John was not on me. The garment that had smelled like him and that he had given me was gone. It was replaced by a white gown that was as delicate as a whisper