All Chapters of YOU BELONG TO ME,MY LOST LUNA : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

THE DAWN OF BLOOD & TRUTH Serena’s POVI stood taller. “Or I’ve just begun.” And for the first time, she looked… uncertain.The moonlight trembled across her face, casting shifting shadows that betrayed more than her stoic mask. Her eyes flickered with something conflict, maybe something I never thought I’d see. The hunters behind her froze too, as though they sensed the shift in balance.I felt the power in me humming, raw and alive. The mark on my chest burned white-hot, pushing outward as though it wanted space to breathe. I inhaled deeply, letting the magic flow through me rather than fight it.Kale’s presence was steady beside me. Beyoncé hovered with her own tension, ready. I glanced at them in the moonlit haze.“You think you know me,” the twisted image of Mom said, voice low and echoing. “But what you carry is more than you dream.”I drew a line between us with my stare, refusing to back down. “Then show me,” I said. “Show me what I carry. If you’re tied to me, then tell

The Shadows That RoseSerena's POVA figure stepped forward from the Cult’s ranks, a man tall, gaunt, face hidden behind a featureless mask. The air around him glowed with violet haze, magic stretching taut like a drawn bow.I stepped forward too. “We come not as trespassers, but as rightful heirs.” He laughed. It echoed across the valley, throbbing. “So, the bond is claimed. The prophecy awakened. But do you think that makes you safe?” He raised a hand. Shadows peeled from his robe and curled across the ground. The Cult’s hooded brethren spread, forming a ring, closing us in.Azelia flinched. The bond pulsed between us. Power hummed. I drew strength from it.“Be ready,” I whispered. Kale’s blade came free. Bianca’s aura flared. Azelia’s eyes glowed violet. The masked leader nodded as though opening a door. The Cult advanced, chanting now with purpose. Magic coalesced into blades, spears, swirling black wind.And then the clash began.“Battle under Moonlight”We stood at the

Into The Shadows we march.Serena's POV Kale checked weapons. I felt power ripple under my skin, the bond humming. The eyes of three Lunas glowed in the dying light.We crept down the slope, silent as fog. Every footfall measured. Every breath is controlled.At the gates, guards stood sturdy…..robes dark, masks severe……eyes unreadable. They held long spears, blades tipped with black crystal. We split. Kale and Beyonce diverted the guards with a sudden attack. Shadows exploded. The robed figures lunged. Magic and steel clashed. I moved forward with Azelia, slipping between collapsing stone walls, past broken archways. The torchlight flickered, casting carved statues into grotesque writhing shapes.We reached a corridor of pillars. The bond pulsed like a heartbeat. Azelia halted. “This is it,” she said. I nodded. “Together.” We walked side by side. The corridor darkened. The air thickened. The walls whispered. At the end, the temple’s inner chamber yawned open. A circular hal

A BLADE BETWEEN WORLDSSerena’s POVThe war didn’t end with the temple’s fall. It escalated. But tonight, under silver dawn, we claimed victory small and bright.But dawn doesn’t last.Not when something darker waits just beyond it.Kale was the first to sense the shift.We had returned to the central chambers of the Moonstone Council for rest, but rest was not what greeted us. The energy in the walls pulsed wrong. Uneven. As though something ancient had stirred beneath the stone again.He gripped the hilt of his blade, eyes scanning the arched ceiling. “Something’s not right.”I didn’t hesitate. “Azelia. Bianca.”They were already moving. The bond surged through the halls, drawing us back together like a silent command. Bianca emerged from the far passageway, a scroll in her hand and worry already etched into her face.“They tried to break the seal again,” she said. “At one of the outer rings. A second Cult faction. Smaller, but fast.”Azelia frowned. “But the ward at the southern cl

THE HIDDEN BLADE AND THE GHOST OF HER DECISIONSSerena’s POVThe cliff air was sharp, early morning mist curling over the jagged rocks and finally dissipating as our group stood huddled near the broken ward. Beyonce held the locket my mother always wore, opened now so we could inspect it: a twin‑crescent design, engraved with a small diamond at the centre. I hadn’t seen it before, though I had touched it as a child and ignored its weight.Azelia stood silent, her gaze fixed on the stone altar now sealed behind us. The memory‑door had vanished. The gap between worlds closed for the moment. The blade with the broken edge had returned to dust. At least, that’s what we believed.“Because she thought the battle would be fought with steel and blood,” Beyonce said softly, examining the locket. “But the real weapon was always unseen. Hidden.” I folded my arms. The wind tugged at my cloak. My heart still raced from the memory. The vision of the altar. The figures. My mother. The unknown cre