All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter One-Hundred Eleven: Dark Force, Dark witch

Third person's pov Ivy didn't sleep till it was morning, she came down from her room around minutes past eight after getting prepared to see Erebus. She had made up her mind to try to pry information out of him about the Darkforce, even if it was the tiniest bit of it. “Are you going somewhere?” Ivy's thoughts got interrupted by Ayla's voice. Ayla held a cup of probably tea or coffee, dressed in normal nightwear and for a split second Ivy could see she hadn't been sleeping well through the faint bags under her eyes. “To check on our prisoner.” she said casually. Ayla set the cup down. “Should I tag along? The house feels creepy now….” She trailed off. Clara's absence was more obvious than her absence. Ivy hesitated. “Um yeah I get it but… I guess I just need to go alone” She sighed, now that she had resigned from being Elara Voss, she had to read ancient books about her kind and of course things she could learn to help be more controlled and able to defeat whatever was comin

Chapter One-Hundred Twelve: Facing it

Third person's pov Aiden understood the decision of the prosecutor hired by the guilty fans of Elara regarding his mother. He came home after drinking to find his mother missing. It was a good thing she hadn't escaped before they came for her. And now she was in a rehab center, watched by paid civilized people. It was better this way, he knew she was safe and watched and they helped him do what he would have been scared of doing. The next morning. The rehabilitation center didn't look like the kind of place where monsters were made. He sat in his car for a long moment, hands resting on the steering wheel as he stared at the bland concrete building ahead of him. Pale walls and narrow windows, there was a fountain near the entrance that tried too hard to create a calm atmosphere but then that was the problem. Everything screamed too safe. Too controlled. It made Aiden's stomach turn. It looked a minute before he finally stepped out of his car and then headed for the doors to

Chapter One-Hundred thirteen: Storm During Summer

Ayla's pov. I woke up today feeling odd. Though there weren't any nightmares, I had this chill in my spine for no reason, along with the fact that the sky was no longer bright as it had been, the news had reported a high chance of there being a storm. A storm during summer? What was weirder than that?The house was unusually quiet or it was just me who had been strangely engrossed in the books Ivy had arranged for me to read. I sat cross legged on the rug in the living room, the smell of old and new books I learnt about the Lunaris wolf and we had been descendants of the moon goddess herself. It could explain why Nyx was spotless white. Our greatest weapon was our emotions because that was what the darkness used to creep in. There were wolfsbane myths, bloodline curses. Ancient packs and dark entities. The front door opened softly and I looked up instantly, my senses flaring before my mind could catch up. “Ivy?” I asked. "Before you ask, no I didn't go to visit Clara from t

Chapter One-Hundred Fourteen: No Touching

Kallum's pov. The ritual was set. All we needed was Ayla. Her blood would seal the ritual. The blood of a lunaris wolf to complete everything. The power she would emit would enable us to fully surface and fully reign over every living creature. Including these measly humans. ‘SEATTLE’ I read. It unfolded before me like a living illusion. Glass towers rose towards a sky like it was some kind of ladder the moon goddess used to climb down herself to revisit earth. Little creatures passed beside me in hurried streams and when I took in breaths in, I could inhale their energy, suck in their faint light. I could feel their minds and it was empty, empty and shallow. The mystery. I was greatly amazed by how little they thought of me, brushing past me like I was not in existence, like one flick of my finger wouldn't send them over the board.Like snuffing out their world wasn't possible. And for a brief little moment I understood why my brother had chosen to stay here, had chosen

Chapter One-Hundred fifteen: The Woman in the Frame

Third person's pov While in the car with him, Isabel couldn't deny the unseen tension between them. But she had believed staying with Elara must have done something to him, so Instead of asking, she just randomly snapped at the driver. Kallum went with her, not because he wanted comfort, not because he needed the shelter she offered but because when he tried reaching for Killian with his eyes closed but there was something else hindering his energy. So he had to quietly follow her.Her house sat in one of Seattle's quieter enclaves, all glass and polished stone. There were fountains everywhere and golden sculptures. The moment she ushered him inside he felt the warmth he didn't need. “You must be hungry," Isabel said, already halfway to the kitchen, she took a tray of beef from the maids and redirected herself back to the dinner table. “I've got something. Beef." Kallum's jaw tightened upon inhaling the smell of it. He watched her lay out plates and poured wine, fussing over t

Chapter One-Hundred Sixteen: Isabel is dead

Ayla's pov Killian explained Kallum as his elder twin. They loved each other once but something happened. Something Killian did and Kallum took the fall for. And the loath grew after his father decided Killian was fit to rule Blood moon pack instead of his older brother Kallum. In the morning, I opened my eyes for the sixth time in the span of eight hours to find Killian still up. I was tired from reading all through the night and slept off when I had the chance but I couldn't say the same for my mate. The air did feel different like there was tension in it for no reason, it was also obvious that he felt it more than I did but not sleeping all through the night because it explained how serious it was. I stir on the bed, pushing myself upright. “You didn't sleep a wink" my tired voice drawled. Killian turned to me, he stood a few meters away from the bed, with his arms behind him. He didn't look tired. Instead he looked worried. “We're you watching me all night?" He a

Chapter One-Hundred Seventeen: Coaxing her mind

Third person's pov Kallum had a problem white all the shiny items humans used to build their stuff. After getting to Ayla and reshaping the world he would get some of these shiny things to Blood moon pack. When he got to the towering building that he believed housed Ayla through his visions. He stepped through the revolving doors, dressed in the same coat he had worn yesterday. A few heads turned but he didn't turn to look at them, instead he walked straight to the lady behind the desk who seemed like he could help him. The receptionist recognized him and swallowed slightly. “Can I help you, sir?" He locked his gaze on hers. “I'm here to see Ayla."At first she hesitated, unsure of what exactly to think. “Ayla?" She repeated. “Yes. I want to meet the woman who owns this place" he said. “You mean Miss Clara?" The receptionist asked. Kallum didn't say anything but the receptionist took it as a yes. "Do you have an appointment?” Kallum smiled, it was not a pleasant expressio

Chapter One-Hundred Eighteen: Underestimated rejection

Ayla's povThe house was too quiet I read and re-read, witches and werewolves, how to suppress and how much damage a wolf hunter's blood could cause. The answer was inevitable death, which I didn't find surprising. I walked around my room for minutes before moving to the living room. The wall clock ticked, alerting me that it had been almost two hours since they left. Sighing I started with another book all over again and when I was tired of staring at words for two and half hours, I paced around the living room, bare feat against the cold floor and arms wrapped around myself. I was used to being alone when Clara would stay back with Lizzie late in the night but now. The air just felt different, like if I inhaled it for too long, it would choke me. Every shadow the corner of my eye caught, I told myself it was exhaustion. I exhaled slowly and closed my eyes, memorizing what I could remember from the books. and for a split second everywhere suddenly felt mildly cold, I tried t

One-Hundred Nineteen: The Thread Between Twins.

Third person's povTWENTY YEARS AGO. BLOOD MOON PACK They were just nine years old when the pack decided only one of them could matter. ‘Twins cannot share the throne’ was what they said. Killian didn't understand that part yet. All he knew was that the elders wouldn't meet his eyes and his mother's hands were shaking when he combed his hair and Kallum's. He noticed that she kept pausing like she wanted to say something while preparing them to see the council that day. Like if she spoke the wrong word the world would split open. Kallum sat beside him, he was the eldest and the most calm. His jaw was tight and he had barely said a word since morning.“I don't like the idea of this" Killian had whispered when their mother left them to get something.“Father said it's compulsory. To see who rules" Kallum said with confidence. “Do you want to rule?" Killian asked. Kallum seemed surprised with his question and then turned to him fully. “Do you?" Killian shook his head lightly but

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty: 'Max Mayfield'

Ayla's povI sat still.Most of my wounds had healed like nothing ever happened but there were the ones I sustained from smashing against the walls and floorings too hard. The ones he caused by touching me, almost felt like a skin infection. I didn't hear when the car drove through the gates but I heard the front door as it swung open. “Ayla!" Clara rushed in, breathless, hair half loose from its tie, eyes wide with fear. She crossed the room in seconds and dropped to her knees in front of her. Clara was indeed the last person I had expected to be here, I had so many questions about her presence. Like how she knew I was in trouble?" Oh my God. What happened?” She said, reading, sliding an arm around my shoulders. "You look… come on, lean on me" With no choice, I shifted, making me hiss in pain. I let Clara help me up as my legs shook violently beneath my weight. “I'm okay," I lied weakly. “No, you're not," she shot back, steering me carefully towards the couch. "Sit. Please”

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