All Chapters of ECLIPSE BORN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

{Edna’s POV} Moonspire Academy had never felt so loud.Not because of noise, but because of everything that wasn’t being said.Combatants moved through the halls, sparring, laughing, boasting, arguing over drills and battle scores the way they always did.But beneath it all, there was a tension I could feel like a bruise— dull, pulsing, impossible to ignore.Whispers gathered behind my back as I walked, their tones shifting from curiosity… to pity… to fear.“…didn’t she train with that girl?”“…the one who fought the Prince, right?”“…No, not fought— kissed.”“…I heard she killed a dozen soldiers”“…no, no, she killed twenty”“…and fled like a rogue..”The stories grew more ridiculous with each retelling.But every lie stabbed deeper because I knew the truth:Ava was gone.And I didn’t know if she was alive.Or hunted.Or hurt.Or scared.Or… alone somewhere in the wild with no one to hold her shoulders and tell her to breathe.My chest tightened painfully but I kept walking.I had r

{Revna’s POV}~ The Next Day ~ The Palace felt different tonight.Not because anything had changed physically, but because I had changed.I walked through the marble corridors in silence, my maid disguise still fitted perfectly to my body, my steps quiet, my expression empty… but inside?Inside, I was a storm.A storm with a name.A storm with a lineage.A storm with a throne.I replayed the King’s words again and again:“She is my blood.”And then:“But she is not the heir.”The phrases cut like opposite wounds— one warm, one freezing. But I did not break. I do not break. I simply adjust.I reached the upper east hallway, the one no servant should ever step into.This time, I didn’t hide behind pillars. I walked straight out— directly into the King’s path.He stopped, flanked by two guards, his face dropping into the cold disapproval he reserved for disobedient servant.“Revna,” he said sharply as she recognized me. “Remove yourself from this corridor! What are you still doing in

{Ava’s POV}The forest swallowed me whole.Branches whipped past my arms, thorns dragged across my legs, and roots reached up like grasping hands. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Every breath tasted like metal, like fear, like that darkness still coiled inside my chest waiting; aching to burst free again.My wolf pulsed under my skin.Not the soft hum I’d always known.Something bigger.Sharper.Older.It made my fingertips tingle. My teeth ache— my hearing sharpened until the forest became a heartbeat of its own; every rustle too loud, every shift of wind too heavy.I ran until my bones trembled.Until the Palace walls vanished behind the horizon.Until guilt and terror were the only things following me.When I finally stumbled, my knees hit stone. Hard. I braced myself against the ground, panting. The eclipse-born energy— the thing I unleashed, was still flickering in my veins like unstable fire.I tried to breathe past it.I failed.The darkness didn’t leave. It pressed up against my ri

{Liam’s POV}The Palace had weathered wars, sieges, storms, and centuries of rebellion. But nothing had ever shaken it like this.Not the shattered stones from yesterday’s attack.Not the scorch marks on the courtyard tiles.Not even the blood still staining the eastern wall where Ava had—I swallowed the memory whole, refusing to let it surface. I couldn’t afford to break. Not now.The Palace was trying to breathe, but every inhale felt fractured. Servants whispered like frightened birds. Warriors sharpened their weapons with trembling hands. Scouts moved in and out of the gates, dragging mud, panic, and dread behind them.Everyone was waiting for something.For another attack. For another collapse.Or for Ava to appear again, only this time, as the monster they now believed she was.I stood at the part of the courtyard that led into the fields and I was staring at the cracked rock grounds beneath my boots. It still felt warm where her darkness had touched it. Warm, like the last rem

{Gregon’s POV}The moment her power flared, I felt it.A ripple in the marrow of the world.A trembling in the dark veins of the earth.A whisper of eclipse-born energy threading through the wind like a forgotten prophecy waking from sleep.I inhaled deeply, letting the sensation coil through my lungs.“So,” I murmured into the dim of my bone throne room. “Little eclipse-born… you’re finally blooming.”The shadows around me stirred— my corrupters stiffening, their hackles rising at the shift in the air. They felt it too. Wargs were made from old darkness, but she… she was born from it.I rose from my seat, each step echoing across the blackened stone as I strolled. Rain hammered against the fortress roof like a thousand snarling spirits desperate to warn the world.The shadows around me stirred— my corrupters stiffening, their hackles rising at the shift in the air. They felt it too. Wargs were made from old darkness, but she… she was born from it.I rose from my seat, each step echoi