All Chapters of Luna of the Lost Bloodline: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The air hadn’t finished settling from Lyris’s last whispered prophecy when the world buckled again beneath my feet. Auren lunged for me first—instinct, need, desperation—but the ground split open between us like a living scar. A column of pale fire erupted upward, a jagged pillar of god-light that carved the battlefield into two impossible halves. Heat slammed into me. Sound vanished. And for a breathless second, everything froze—the world holding itself taut as if afraid to move.Then the silence shattered.I staggered backward, shielding my eyes, but the light wasn’t just bright—it was sentient. It curled around me, searching, tasting, recognizing. I felt it slide along my skin like fingertips dipped in lightning. Auren’s voice broke through the roar, hoarse and strained. “Aria! Don’t let it touch you—”Too late.The fire coiled around my wrist, and something ancient pulsed in response beneath my skin. The echo of the Gate. The mark I carried. My blood thrummed with power that wasn’

There is no breath.No body.No heartbeat.There is only light.Raw, scorching, unrestrained light flooding every inch of my being, burning through muscle, bone, memory, and everything I once thought defined me. It pours through my veins like molten gold, rewriting everything it touches. My scream is soundless, swallowed by the void around me.I am dissolving.I am becoming.I am—“A’riale.”The First God’s voice cuts through the chaos like a blade, steady and impossibly calm. I cling to it—not because I trust him, but because it is the only thing anchoring me in the vast emptiness tearing me apart.“I am Aria,” I force out. The words feel small. Fragile. Wrong.“Not anymore.”He stands before me—tall, radiant, unbearably ancient—watching as my form flickers like a flame in a storm. “You awaken. Let it happen.”“I didn’t ask for this!” My voice fractures, splitting into echoes. It sounds like a thousand versions of me are screaming at once.“No one ever does,” he replies softly. “Not

The Fall Between RealmsAria did not fall—she was ripped downward, dragged through layers of collapsing reality like a stone hurled through stained glass.The realms shattered around her.Shards of places she recognized—forests, moonscapes, oceans suspended in sky—fractured into bright splinters that cut across her skin as she tumbled through them. Her magic screamed, unraveling, recoiling, reforming, fighting to shield her from the collapse.Too fast—too many pieces—too much power—But none of that terror compared to the thing diving after her.Auren’s face.A god’s hunger.One single purpose: her.“Aria.”The voice was wrong. It carried Auren’s cadence, Auren’s softness—but beneath it throbbed a vastness, a cold, ancient timbre that rattled through the dimensions splitting around them.She twisted mid-fall.The god wearing Auren’s body was behind her, arms outstretched, gold eyes pulsing with something vast and starved.Not love.Possession.Not mate-bond.Claim.He was gaining on h

Aria hit the ground with a bone-rattling crack of light.It wasn’t stone she landed on.It wasn’t earth.It wasn’t any surface she could name.It felt like falling onto a heartbeat.The floor throbbed beneath her, slow and colossal, like the pulse of something ancient sleeping beneath layers of reality. Her breath tore from her lungs. The chamber above—the one with Auren, the god, the spectral wolves—was gone.No ceiling.No walls.Just a vast, endless expanse bathed in dim white glow, as though she stood inside the chest cavity of a god.Aria groaned and pushed herself up.A cold wind swept across her skin, carrying the scent of…Wolves.Stars.Ash.Memory.She stood slowly, turning in a slow circle.The ground was engraved with thousands of overlapping runes, some glowing faintly, some dead. They resembled constellations carved into the flesh of the world. And as she stepped forward, the runes brightened beneath her feet, reacting to her presence.Her pulse skyrocketed.“Where am I?

The world snapped back together around Aria like a ribcage closing.Stone. Heat. Darkness.Then—light. Blistering, furious light.Aria sucked in a broken gasp as she materialized on her hands and knees atop jagged volcanic rock, the ground pulsing with internal fire. Her skin smoked where it touched the surface, the scent of scorched flesh stinging her nose. Her ears rang. Her vision refused to settle.The realm hadn’t merely shifted.It screamed.Wind knifed past her face—sulfurous, hot, screaming with the faint, endless whispers of thousands of captured souls. A cracked, bleeding sky stretched overhead, red fissures racing across it like frantic veins.And Auren’s god-possessed silhouette dropped out of the air behind her.No, not Auren.The god wearing him.His features were too still, too carved, too empty even in their rage. The eyes glowed molten-gold, brighter than the volcanic vents erupting around them. His body flickered with seams of divine light, like something much bigger