All Chapters of My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Flora's POVThe villa was far too quiet. The silence pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, broken only by the rhythmic tick of the antique clock that stood in the corner. Each tick reminded me of Nicolas's absence, each second louder than the last, hammering into my skull.I paced the length of the living room, silk slippers brushing against the marble floors. My nails dug into my palms as I muttered to myself, replaying every word Nicolas had spoken to me two days ago."I don't believe it.""Someone set her up.""Viona would never do such a thing."Each sentence had been like a blade, cutting deeper than the last. It wasn't just disbelief-it was conviction. Nicolas hadn't even entertained the possibility of Viona's guilt. And worse, he had gone to investigate himself, as though his faith in Viona outweighed everything I had tried to build between them.My lips trembled as I poured myself a glass of red wine, my hands shaking. I lifted the glass to my lips but set

Chapter 83The river was quiet, carrying only its usual murmurs, when something unusual caught my eye. A body-face-down-drifting closer with each pull of the current. At first, I didn't care. I had more important things to do, places to go. But when the current turned him just enough for the moonlight to brush his features, my blood ran cold.Nicolas.I froze on the bank, fists clenching. Of all the people fate could throw in my path, why him? I should have let the water take him, let him vanish into the depths where I would never see him again. My lips curled at the thought-it would solve so many problems.But I didn't move. My chest tightened with a strange, infuriating pull.I hissed under my breath, "You're nothing to me now. So why-why can't I turn away?"Before I realized it, I was waist-deep in the icy current, hauling him out with a strength born from irritation more than care. He was heavy, limp, water spilling from his lungs as if the river itself wanted to keep him. I dragg

Chapter 85Mirage POV Two weeks had passed since Viona vanished, and I felt as if time had betrayed me. Each day stretched endlessly, yet every night slipped away in torment before I could even close his eyes. My search had been relentless-calling upon every guard, scout, and informant within my reach for even the tiniest gossip of her whereabouts. But when human means failed, I turned to my other gift.Under the pale light of the moon, I traced sigils in the air, my voice hoarse from summoning incantations. Flames sparked from my fingertips, illusions swept across the forest like waves, and shadows peeled back to reveal secrets. Still, every spell ended the same-with silence. The winds gave me no answers, the earth revealed no tracks, and the stars themselves seemed blind to Her trails.The failure gnawed at me. Each spell that fizzled into nothing felt like another piece of her slipping away. He cursed my own power, cursed its limits. What was the use of carrying magic in my blood

Chapter 87Nicolas POVAt first, I thought the forest was beautiful.The trees rose like ancient guardians, their trunks thick with moss, their branches stretching toward the sky in endless arches. Shafts of sunlight slipped through the leaves, painting the ground in golden mosaics. The air carried a freshness I had never tasted in the world outside, crisp with pine and damp soil. If I ignored the ache in my muscles and the weight of uncertainty, I might have even called it peaceful.But that was before the days stretched into weeks.Two weeks of walking beside Viona, my fiancée, in endless circles that led nowhere. At first, I marked their path with broken twigs, stones stacked carefully on roots, scratches carved into bark. Yet each morning, the forest rearranged itself. We always returned to where we began. The tree I marked would stand unscarred, the stones would be scattered as if by unseen hands, and the trail would erase itself like chalk washed away by rain.And Viona walked a

Chapter 89Mirage POVThe Witch's Eye was not meant for just anyone. I knew this. The text was clear: it required strength, discipline, and the willingness to offer up one's own essence as a tether to the unseen. Those who failed were consumed by madness, their minds torn open like fragile parchment.And yet, I had always believed myself different. Stronger.I steadied my breathing, my palm pressed to the cursed sigils scrawled across the page. My voice grew firmer as I recited the incantation. At first, nothing happened-only the hollow hum of silence and the flicker of candlelight across the stone walls of my chamber.Then it struck.Pain, raw and absolute, erupted in my bones.It began in my fingers, a white-hot fire coursing through each joint, snapping upward into my arms and spreading like a storm through my chest. I gasped, doubling over as the sensation carved into my ribs, spine and skull each sharper than the last. Every bone in my body felt as though it were being shattered