All Chapters of Luna of the Lost Bloodline: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The world didn’t explode. It peeled. Reality split open like wet paper, air unraveling into ribbons of silver and black as the eye on my forehead snapped open—wide, burning, ancient. Auren shouted my name. Kael swore and threw up a shield of raw shadow. But none of it mattered. Because in that instant…I saw everything. Not with my eyes. Not with my wolf. Not with this half-divine body I had become. But with the Gate’s sight. Three powers collided—mine, Auren’s corrupted bond, and the Moon Goddess’s celestial force—and the world bent around us like gravity had lost its memory. I tasted the moonlight bleeding through my skin. I felt Auren’s desperation tearing at my soul. And I sensed Kael anchoring himself like a blade buried in bedrock. Then the ground shattered beneath our feet. The blast hurled us apart—Auren crashing into a ruined stone pillar, Kael skidding across the fractured earth, and me slamming backward into emptiness as light poured from the eye on my forehead

I didn’t scream.I should have.If anything in this world deserved a scream,it was the feeling of something forcing its way through my own soul—not invading from outside,but hatching from within.My body convulsed on the cracked earth, a violent shudder tearing through every nerve as the wound in my back burned wide like a second spine splitting. Silver blood fanned beneath me in trembling pools, glowing faintly as if each drop held its own heartbeat.Auren’s roar cut through the chaos.“ARIA HOLD ON—DON’T YOU LET GO—DON’T YOU DARE—”His voice fractured mid-sentence, as though he felt it through the bond—that I wasn’t just slipping away.I was opening.The tear behind me screamed louder, a warping howl like the world itself stretching too thin. Energy whipped into a cyclone around us—dust, stone, weapons, shards of earth vibrating into the air.My vision flickered.White.Black.Silver.And then shapes.Auren—racing toward me, fighting the gale.Kael—slamming his hand against the

The Shattering of the BetweenThe scream pouring from Aria’s throat wasn’t human. It wasn’t wolf. It wasn’t divine.It was all three — layered, discordant, ripping through the ruins like a cosmic blade.Kael staggered back as the shockwave burst outward, flinging shards of stone and ancient bone across the chamber. Auren shielded his face with his arm, teeth bared against the violent wind spiraling out of her.Aria lifted off the ground.Not soared.Not levitated.She was dragged upward, spine arching, head thrown back, every muscle trembling as an unseen force stretched her between earth and sky. Her hair fanned around her like ink in water.And her ribs…Gods, her ribs.They moved.They opened.Auren’s breath turned to ice.“Kael,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Her cage is— her bones are—”“Splitting,” Kael finished, horror thick in his voice.The glow between the bones pulsed like a heartbeat — but it wasn’t Aria’s heartbeat anymore.Three rhythms overlapped:the ruthless thrum of

Cold fingers dragged me upward through the dust.I couldn’t see.I couldn’t breathe.Stone thundered around me, falling in chunks large enough to kill ten wolves at once. Light warped the air — blue, violet, black — still burning from the explosion that had ripped the chamber apart. My ears rang with a sound that wasn’t quite sound: the echo of a god tearing free.But I felt those fingers.Hooked around my wrist.Digging into my skin.Pulling.I snarled and ripped my arm back, claws extending—And immediately froze.Because the hand I tore myself free from…was my own.Not bone and flesh.Not wolf or man.A hand of light.A hand shaped exactly like mine, but glowing with the same impossible luminescence as Aria’s Gate-mark.I stumbled backward, chest heaving.“What—what are you—”The spectral hand flexed.The air crackled.And then, as if drawing breath, the rest of the form materialized behind it.Tall.Familiar.Wrong.A silhouette matching my own body, but hollowed out, its insides

Kael didn’t think.He couldn’t think.There was no plan, no strategy, no sanity—only the feral, gut-shredding instinct to follow her.He dove straight into the chasm as it snapped closed around him, sealing out the last shred of light. The world swallowed him whole, and everything became shadow, pressure, and the roaring pulse of the Second God awakening inside Aria.He fell.And fell.And fell.Time lost meaning—seconds blending into something formless, endless, crushing. Darkness pressed against his skin like wet hands, dragging, clawing, whispering.You’re too late, wolf-king.She is mine now.As she was always meant to be.“SHUT UP!” Kael roared, voice echoing in the abyss.But the void laughed—a sound like bones cracking underwater.Then suddenly—He hit the ground.Hard.Stone shattered beneath him, sending a tremor through the cavern as Kael groaned and pushed himself up, ribs knitting back together with brutal, grinding immediacy.He was in a place that should not exist.An un