Todos os capítulos de ECLIPSE BORN: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

{Calita’s POV}Silence used to be my comfort.Now it was my prison.My body felt like it was made of splinters as the guards half-carried, half-dragged me through the Palace gates. Cold air bit at my wounds as my consciousness flickered in and out, like a dying lantern that refused to surrender its flame. The storm had chased me all the way here, and even now, its wind howled against the walls like a creature demanding I go back.Back to Gregon and his darkness.No. Never again.I felt the guards’ grips tighten as they lifted me over the threshold. Their voices blurred together— shock, confusion, fear. To them, I was just a bleeding, half-dead maid who had no business surviving Gregon’s territory.If only they knew the truth.If only I still had a voice to tell it.My legs finally buckled, and the guards steadied me as I sagged forward. A lantern flashed across my face, and one of them flinched.“Goddess… it’s really her. The DarkClaw maid. The mute one.”Mute.Yes. For twenty years,

{Revna’s POV}The Palace was still shaking from the chaos I had unleashed.Not physically— no. The stones remained intact, the banners still hung; torn where soldiers had panicked, but present. But the people… the people were splintered. Suspicious. Fractured.Exactly as I wanted.I slipped out of the Palace the same way I slipped into trouble— quietly, with intention sharp enough to draw blood. No one noticed me leave. Why would they? To them, I was a disgruntled maid, a liar whose “accusation” had been laughed out of the King’s presence.But now the truth was out and if only they understood how close their world had already come to burning.My boots clicked against the rocky path of the Reignile ground, each step a reminder of my own restraint. I had exposed Ava. Publicly. Truthfully. Perfectly. And yet they chose not to believe me.Calita was mute.Calita could not have spoken.Therefore, my claim had been madness to them. But then now, Ava has been discovered and it turns out I ha

{Revna’s POV}The wind in the outskirts of the Western Wilds carried many things— the smell of unburied rage, the metallic tang of abandoned hopes, and the whispers of wolves who had nothing left to lose.Perfect.These were the places where kingdoms rot quietly, long before they collapse loudly.I walked into the ruins of an old battle outpost, the stones scorched black by a forgotten war. Rogues lingered around makeshift fires, their eyes sharp with hunger— some for food, others for purpose. This was my next location. The Rogues noticed me instantly.Of course they did.A lone woman entering a den of desperate wolves was either suicidal… or something far worse.I let them wonder which one I was.With my presence, a towering Rogue stepped forward towards me, all muscle and suspicion. He scanned my maid’s dress; tattered now, the disguise shed like a useless skin, and he scoffed.“You’re lost,” he growled.I smiled faintly. “No. I’m inevitable.”A murmur rippled through the group beh

{Gregon’s POV}The wastelands had learned my name.They whispered it through cracked stone and dead rivers, through the bones half-buried beneath blackened sand. Even the wind carried it now— low but afraid.Good.Fear was the purest form of remembrance.I stood at the edge of what remained of my encampment, watching Corrupters crawl back from the edges of the Reigns like wounded insects. Fewer than before. Far fewer. The moonchild’s interference had seen to that.My jaw tightened; not in rage, but in calculation. Loss was not failure. Loss was information.My Corrupters knelt when they reached me. Every last one. Their bodies were warped by corruption and loyalty alike with spines bowed, and eyes glowing faintly with the echo of my will. The strongest of them trembled, blood crusted at their mouth where Ava’s shadow had burned through him.These were the ones who had gone to attack the Palace. After days of weary travelling, they were finally home, coupled with the two soldiers I had

{Liam’s POV}The Palace no longer slept.It breathed, unevenly and anxiously, like a wounded animal that didn’t yet know whether it would survive the night.I stood on the eastern battlement field of the Palace long after the moon had dipped behind cloud and ash, my hands resting on cold stone as if it were the only solid thing left in the world. Below me, torchlight crawled along the outer walls, guards pacing in tight, relentless loops. Every clang of armor echoed sharper than it should have. Every raised voice cut too quickly into silence.Fear had a sound… and it lived here now.“Ava.”The name left my mouth before I realized I’d spoken aloud. The wind caught it, tore it apart, and scattered it into the dark beyond the walls— into forests, ravines, and places I couldn’t reach.I hadn’t slept.I hadn’t eaten.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her back as she fled; bloodied, furious, terrified, and the way my hand had reached for her not as a man, not as someone who cared, but as a