All Chapters of THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

173 Chapters

161: Fighting To The End

KYLA'S POVThe wind whipped past my ears, howling in sync with the rising fire in my chest. Every stride felt longer, more powerful, as if the mountain itself were pushing against the soles of my feet to propel me forward.Behind me, I could hear the heavy, thud of Lowell's beastly form and the light, agile footfalls of Sofia. But I was faster.As we broke through the final tree line and into the glade, the scene was pure death.The golden mist of the honey lake was being choked by a thick, oily black fog. In the center of the glade, the once-cheering centaurs and fairies were locked in a desperate struggle against creatures that shouldn't have been standing. These weren't shadow-wraiths. They were shifters...Lycans, bears, wolves, and panthers. Their skin gray and sloughing off, their eyes glowing with a sickly, necrotic green light. They moved with a jerky, unnatural speed, their jaws snapping with the sound of grinding bone."Stay behind me!" Lowell roared, his voice booming as he

162: Death Sentence

KYLA’S POVThe weight of the battle was finally starting to settle into my bones like lead. My muscles screamed with every movement, and the light from my scars was dimming, struggling to keep back the black fog. For every undead shifter I dragged into the earth, another one seemed to crawl out of the shadows. Their hollow, green eyes were fixed on me with a hunger that felt like cold needles stabbing at my skin.My breathing was jagged and shallow. I could see Lowell and Cyrus a few yards away, their movements getting slower and heavier, too. I guess even the mighty Kings of Lykoudis were still flesh and blood, and the sheer number of the undead was drowning us. My body wanted to give up. It wanted to just collapse into the moss and let the darkness take the pain away, but I wouldn’t let it. I couldn’t.“Is this it?” I whispered, my knees trembling as around a dozen shadow-spiders loomed over me, their spindly legs ready to pin me down.But then

163: The Lagoon

KYLA'S POVAfter Wynona's dooming speech, she marched into the center of the glade, her hair whipping around her face like she was standing in the middle of a hurricane only she could feel."I am sick of the smell of death on this mountain," she grumbled, her voice buzzing with a frequency that made my teeth vibrate.She planted her feet, braced herself, and threw her arms wide. A massive shockwave of pure, blinding white light exploded from her chest. I watched, breathless, as the light ripped through the trees, surging over the jagged peaks and diving into every dark valley. I could feel a massive, invisible broom sweeping across the land. For a thousand miles in every direction, every shadow-wraith, every necrotic beast, and every lingering bit of black magic simply... popped. Like soap bubbles."The ward is set!" Winny shouted, her voice ringing like a bell across the peaks. "For a thousand years, no evil gets a VIP pass to these woods. My sisters can go kick rocks."Then, with a

164: Let The Games Begin

KYLA'S POV"Truth or dare? What are we, twelve? This is absolutely preposterous," Cyrus hissed, his voice echoing off the jagged cavern walls of the lagoon. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, the moonlight catching the droplets of water clinging to his skin like diamonds."Oh, hush, Cyrus. Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud. This could be fun," Sofia countered, swirling her legs through the water and sending ripples toward the center of the pool."Or it could be a complete disaster," Lowell mumbled, his massive, beastly shoulders tensing behind me. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a constant reminder that I was sandwiched between two gods who both happened to be my mates.I, for one, didn't feel like playing at all. My body was still vibrating with the residual adrenaline of the battle, and the sheer awkwardness of being naked in a lagoon with all these eyes on me. The thought that I was actually allowing this, made me want to sink to the bottom of the water and stay there

165: I Don’t Know

KYLA'S POVThe lagoon went silent. Gage's face fell, his eyes darting to Clovis, who had stopped her light show and was now staring at him in stunned silence. "Yes," he said. "I have been for a very long time."Clovis shook her head, her expression pained. "Gage... you know it's forbidden. My kind... we cannot be with someone like you.""Why?" I asked, my heart breaking for Gage. "What does it matter?"Gage sighed, looking down at his reflection in the dark water. "Centaurs are seen as an abomination to the high magic councils, Kyla. We aren't shifters who can hide as humans, and we don't possess the magic of the witches or the nymphs. To the rest of the world, we are just natural-born warriors who live long lives. We can't procreate with anyone but our own kind, and even that is impossible for me as well ..." He trailed off, his voice cracking."Why is it impossible?" I asked. Then I wondered about something. "Why haven't we seen any fem

166: Brotherly Bonding

KYLA'S POV"Amazing!" I said, breathless, as I watched Lowell's beastly transformation settle. The coarse, dark fur receded into tanned skin, and the towering monstrosity shrank back into the man I thought I had a one-night stand with at the Fangtonia Hotel. Seeing the transition in the morning light was like watching a masterpiece being painted in fast-forward. "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. You're actually him."Lowell took a shaky breath, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. He looked vulnerable for a split second, which was a bizarre sight for a King. "Again, I'm sorry, Kyla. I only wanted to protect you from the reality of what I've become. I thought if you knew I was the cursed King, you'd run before I could explain.""Lowell, it's fine. You don't have to keep apologizing," I said, reaching out to touch his arm. His skin was still hot from the shift. "I understand why you did it. The more I think about it, the more I get it. I probably would

167: Drunken Vampire

KYLA'S POV"He decided to 'celebrate' the end of the night by feeding on several of the enemy shifters who had apparently been into the fairy rum before they were killed. Apparently, the alcohol stays in the system. He's effectively had about ten gallons of fermented nectar through a blood-straw," Sofia explained."Ok, so how do we fix him?""I don't know," Sofia sighed. "That's why I called you.""Me? You're the doctor, can't you give him something?""You're right, Kyla. Why don't I take him to my office in the woods and give him the IV fluid made just for vampire veins," she said sarcastically. "I'm versed in shifter ailments, not vampire drunkenness.""I am the king of the world!" Charles shrieked, waving a pale hand in the air. He spotted me and gave a wobbly bow that almost sent him face-first into the dirt. "Ah, Kyla! The lady with the many, many boyfriends! Tell me, have you decided which Lykoudis brother has the better hair? It's a very important political question.""Charles,

168: The Impossible

KYLA'S POVSofia's words kept replaying in my head. I needed to talk to Wynona. I found her sitting on a weathered stone bench near the edge of the ancient willow, her hair catching the early light like spun silk. She looked regal and timeless, yet there was a weariness in her eyes that hadn't been there when she first arrived to save us from the dark witches.I approached her slowly, my boots crunching softly on the grass, and she didn't even look up before she spoke. "I knew you would find me eventually, Kyla. You always did have a way of seeking out the truth when the world started to get too loud for you.""I have a lot of questions, Wynona," I said, my voice steadier than I felt as I sat down beside her. "And I think I deserve some straight answers for once."She finally turned to look at me, and her expression softened into something deeply maternal and pained. She reached out, covering my hand with her own, and her skin was surprisingly warm. "Before we dive into the mysteries

169: History Repeating

KYLA'S POV"You are not a freak, Kyla. You are a catalyst," Wynona said, her voice dropping to a low. "But this situation with Lowell and Cyrus is more dangerous than you realize. They are twins, two halves of the same royal coin, and the mountain is reacting to the instability of your choice. You are the anchor, but if you don't choose, the anchor will drag everyone down into the depths.""How can I choose when I feel pulled in both directions?" I asked, my voice cracking with the weight of the confession. "Lowell is the man I met when I was lost, the one who made me feel seen for the first time. And Cyrus... Cyrus is the one who stayed when everything went to hell. He's the one who fought for me when I couldn't fight for myself."Wynona looked away, staring out at the golden ripples of the honey lake as if she could see through time itself. "It is a cruel position to be in, and I do not envy you the burden. But you must understand that the stakes are higher than your own happiness.

170: You Blew It

LOWELL'S POVThe morning sun was doing its best to be cheerful, but my head felt like a pack of rogue silver-claws was using my brain for target practice. Shifting back into my human skin always left me feeling raw, but doing it after a night of war and whatever psychological warfare the lagoon games had provided was a new level of exhaustion.I leaned against a sturdy oak, watching the camp come to life. Beside me, Cyrus was picking dirt out from under his fingernails with a stray dagger, looking far too relaxed for a man who had been exiled for a decade. Derick was pacing nearby, his eyes drifting—not for the first time toward the medical tents where Sofia was currently fussing over a very hungover Charles."You blew it, Dee," Cyrus said, not even looking up from his task. His voice had that annoying, singsong quality he used whenever he was about to poke a bruise. "Seriously. You're staring so hard I'm surprised her clothes hasn't caught fire. So stop looking at her like that."Der

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