All Chapters of Luna of the Lost Bloodline: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The light had not faded so much as folded in on itself, collapsing the battlefield into silence. When the storm finally broke, only ash and echoes remained.Auren pushed himself up from the cracked ground, every breath dragging smoke into his lungs. The air still shimmered with gold and black, the colors of what Aria had become. He could feel her presence like a pulse through the earth — steady, immense, impossible to look at for long without feeling both reverence and fear.Across the plain Kael knelt, his armor fractured, silver hair streaked with soot. The sword he had wielded glowed faintly, drinking the residual light from the air. Around him lay wolves — not dead, but sleeping, caught in some trance that bound them to the rhythm of Aria’s new heartbeat.Auren staggered toward him. “She’s still here,” he said hoarsely. “I can feel her.”Kael looked up, his eyes distant. “That isn’t Aria anymore.”The sky was wrong. Two suns had once burned above them, but now they revolved around

The sky was bleeding when Kael began his descent.The light that had swallowed the throne now hung in the air like ash — a dying wound refusing to close. The mountain no longer looked like stone; it resembled the hollowed ribs of something colossal, petrified mid-breath. Every step he took down the ruined slope crunched over shattered crystal and the remains of wolves that had once served the bloodline.Silence stretched too long. Too deep. It was the kind of silence that only followed gods.Kael’s body ached. His armor was torn, one arm slick with dried blood. But none of it mattered. His eyes never left the scar in the sky above, now flickering with veins of dark light that refused to fade.They’re gone, whispered a voice in his head that sounded too much like truth.“No,” he muttered under his breath. “Not yet. Not her.”He tightened his grip on his sword and pushed farther down the ridge, where smoke and fog swirled like ghosts. The once-mighty valley lay in ruins — forests blacke

Aria’s scream tore across the sky, splitting the clouds like wounded silk.“KAEL!”Her voice rippled with enough power to shake the mountaintops—yet it didn't reach the place where his presence had disappeared. The world swallowed the sound, as if refusing to acknowledge him at all.Auren held her suspended above the ruin, arms of shadow and gold wrapped around her like molten chains.“Let me go,” Aria choked, twisting violently, her divinity sparking in frantic bursts. “Auren, LET ME—”“No.”A single word.Soft.Absolute.His power tightened, pulling her closer until his forehead almost touched hers. His breath tasted like storm-fed fire. His eyes—gods, those eyes—were no longer the warm, conflicted amber she remembered. They burned with a void-lit glow, a mixture of the creature within him and something newly awakened.Something ancient.Something that recognized her as its own.“You looked for him again,” Auren whispered, almost tenderly. “Even when you fell back to this world, eve

Kael disappeared.Not faded.Not slipped.Not dragged.He blinked out of existence—like a flame smothered between fingers—leaving the darkness quaking around the absence he left behind.My scream tore from my throat so violently it felt like it ripped the inside of me open.“KAEL!”Nothing answered.Not even an echo.The void swallowed the sound whole, greedy and silent.“No,” I breathed, stumbling forward, grasping at the air where he’d been. “No, no, no—bring him back—”“He is beyond your reach now,” my father said behind me, his voice thick with something that wasn’t grief. “Accept that, and we can salvage what remains.”I spun toward him, power flaring so hot the void cracked under my feet.“YOU TOOK HIM!”The shadows roared in response, writhing like furious serpents.My father didn’t flinch.“He was never yours to keep.”My vision blurred red at the edges. My pulse hammered like war drums.“He saved me,” I snarled. “He fought for me. I will not lose him.”“Love does not elevate

For one perfect, horrifying moment, the sky held its breath.Auren and Kael stared up at the rift torn open above the ruins—the rift where Aria hovered, suspended in spirals of molten gold and shadow.Her hair floated like smoke.Her skin glowed like cracked starlight.But her eyes—They were not hers.They were full of something ancient and triumphant.Something that had waited thousands of years to walk the mortal world again.Something that now wore the shape of their mate.Auren whispered, voice breaking:“…That’s not her.”Kael shook his head silently, throat tight with a grief so sharp it cut through his bones.He could feel Aria—somewhere, somehow—but she was buried deep, trapped behind the thing’s radiance.Then the creature tilted Aria’s head and smiled, a slow, beautiful, devastating curve of lips that did not belong to her.“She broke the throne,” it said, voice echoing in harmonics that scraped through the air.“So I claimed the vessel.”Kael felt his wolf slam against hi