All Chapters of Luna of the Lost Bloodline: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aria didn’t hit the ground.She didn’t hit anything.She just kept falling—through heat, through shadow, through an endless roar like the belly of a burning world screaming.The volcanic light above shrank into a thin, trembling slit. The last thing she saw was Auren’s face—his, not the god’s—twisted in terror as he reached for her and failed.Then it all went dark.And then—Not dark.Alive.Hands—cold, ancient, whisper-thin—wrapped around Aria’s wrists.Her descent stopped so abruptly her bones rattled. She hung suspended in a void that rippled like liquid shadow, the air humming with something older than realms.Aria sucked in a breath, but it felt like inhaling frost and embers at the same time.“What—” she choked out.The hands drew her closer.A shape emerged. First eyes—silver, vertical-pupiled, glowing like cracks through eternity. Then cheekbones sharp enough to cut, hair like drifting starlight, skin the color of moonstone fractured by veins of black fire.The being wasn’t b

Auren wasn’t breathing.For a long, shattering heartbeat, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even feel—as if emotion itself needed air, and that air had been burned out of the cavern when the Moon Goddess’s attack hit him.His body lay crumpled on the stone, smoke coiling up from the charred edges of his clothes. His chest didn’t rise. His eyes didn’t open. His pulse—My fingers trembled violently as I pressed them to his throat.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.“No,” I whispered, the word breaking apart as it left me. “No—Auren—Auren, breathe—”The Moon Goddess staggered forward, horror twisting her face. “I… I didn’t mean to—he stepped in front—I was aiming for the vessel—”“He’s not gone,” I snapped, the cavern trembling with the strain in my voice. “He’s not gone. He can’t be—he can’t—”My vision blurred, but not with tears.With power.The wrong power.The First Shadow’s shape overlaid my own in the reflection of the floor—his silhouette flickering like a hungry predator eager

The abyss didn’t swallow Aria.It claimed her.The fall stopped so abruptly her lungs seized, suspended in a gravity that wasn’t gravity at all. The void around her peeled away like burning paper until only one thing remained:The colossal heart.Suspended in nothing.Carved from godbone.Pulsing with a light that hurt to look at.Its surface was covered in runes older than creation—fractured symbols, jagged marks, curved lines that looked like claws dragged through reality. They rearranged themselves fluidly as though searching for the language she could understand.And the eye at its center—a vertical slit of molten gold—tracked her.Aria’s breath broke in her chest.“I told you,” the god murmured behind her, still holding Auren’s stolen body around her. “It has been waiting.”The heart thrummed, a sound that vibrated inside Aria’s ribs, inside her bloodstream, inside her bones. Every pulse filled her with unbearable heat and unbearable cold at once—a contradiction that felt like

I didn’t move.I didn’t breathe.I couldn’t.Because the figure standing over me—the one whose shadow stretched long across the ruined earth,the one who had spoken my name like a secret they’d been waiting years to reclaim—was someone I had buried long before I ever knew what it meant to lose anything.My voice scraped out of me.“…No. You’re dead.”The figure knelt slowly, and the movement was so familiar it hurt.A soft smile.Warm eyes.A face I’d memorized in childhood because it was the first kind one I’d ever known.“Not anymore,” he murmured.“Not to you.”I shook my head violently, stumbling backward on trembling arms.“Lyris.”The name cut like broken glass.“You can’t be here— you died the night the pack burned. I saw— I SAW—”He reached for me.His fingers were warm.Too warm.“Aria,” he whispered, “I never left you. I’ve been waiting. Trapped. Held between threads, caught in the tear that formed the night you were born.”My heart stopped.“The night… I was born?”Lyris’

There is no falling.There is no rising.There is only unmaking.Her body disintegrates into streaks of light and shadow, her bones unraveling into threads of pure magic, her heartbeat stretching into an echo that does not belong to any one realm. She tries to scream, but her voice scatters into the storm with the rest of her.For one endless, horrifying moment, Aria exists everywhere and nowhere.She feels Kael—far away, spiraling downward toward something that smells like blood and prophecy.She feels Auren’s stolen face—the god behind it twisting through the vortex like a snake made of night.She feels Lyris, burning like a moon about to shatter.She feels… herself.Or what’s left of her.The rupture devours her whole.And then—Impact.Aria slams into a surface so violently her bones re-form on the spot, knitting themselves back together in a burst of fire. Her lungs seize, then fill with cold, metallic air. She coughs, choking on a sound that does not belong to her—A whisper.Yo