Todos os capítulos de Killing The Moon: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The climb took hours.Or maybe days.Time didn't exist in the Void Chasm.Arielle’s fingers were raw and bloody.But every time her skin tore on the sharp rocks, the black mist healed it.She didn't feel tired.She felt like a machine running on endless fuel.Finally, her hand grabbed a root covered in dirt.Real dirt.She pulled herself up over the edge.She rolled onto the grass and gasped.Fresh air filled her lungs.It smelled of pine needles and damp earth.It smelled like freedom.She lay there for a moment, staring at the sky.The moon was gone.The sun was beginning to rise, painting the horizon in pale pink.She had survived the night.Arielle sat up and looked at her hands.The claws retracted, turning back into normal fingernails.Her skin looked pale, almost translucent in the morning light.She checked her reflection in a nearby stream.Her left eye was still black.Pitch black."I can't go back to town," she whispered.Damian controlled the Silverclaw territory.If his g

The jet was sleek. Black. Silent.It sat in a clearing like a metal predator waiting to pounce.No logos. No markings.Just pure stealth technology.Lycian walked up the ramp without pausing.Arielle followed.The interior was not luxury.It was military.Metal seats. Gun racks. Monitors.Lycian strapped himself into the pilot's seat."Sit down," he ordered."Strap in.""Unless you want to be a stain on the wall."Arielle sat in the co-pilot seat.She fumbled with the heavy buckles.The engines whined to life.A low hum vibrated through the floor."Where are the other pilots?" Arielle asked."I fly alone," Lycian said.He flipped three switches.The jet lifted vertically.Smooth. Fast.In seconds, they were above the treeline.The forest below looked like a carpet of moss.Somewhere down there, a scout was waking up with a broken moon carved into his chest.Arielle looked out the window.She watched her old life shrink until it disappeared."How long until we reach the North?" she ask

The courtyard was chaos.Lycian didn't fight like a duelist.He fought like a natural disaster.His storm-grey wolf form crashed into Freya.Freya shifted mid-air.A sleek, white wolf.She tried to dodge.But Lycian was faster.He clamped his jaws onto her shoulder.He slammed her into the frozen ground.CRACK.The ice beneath them shattered.Freya yelped.She kicked out with her hind legs.Her claws raked across Lycian’s chest.It didn't even slow him down.He roared, shaking her violently.The pack watched in stunned silence.Their King was mauling his Second-in-Command."Stop!" a Beta guard shouted.He stepped forward, confused."Alpha, what are you doing?"Lycian ignored him.He threw Freya across the yard.She skidded across the ice, leaving a trail of blood.She shifted back to human form.Naked. Bleeding. shivering.But she wasn't defeated.She reached into a pile of snow.She pulled out a dagger.Not steel.Silver.And it was glowing with purple runes."Inquisition magic," Ari

The armory was a fortress.Concrete walls. Razor wire. Searchlights sweeping the snow.It sat on a frozen cliff edge overlooking the sea.Lycian parked the jet two miles out."Stealth mode," he said."The sensors here are sensitive.""They pick up thermal signatures."Arielle looked at the complex through binoculars."How many guards?""Fifty. Maybe sixty.""Plus automated turrets.""And three Battle-Mages."Arielle lowered the binoculars."Battle-Mages are annoying.""They shield everything.""Can you handle the physical guards?"Lycian checked his assault rifle."I can handle an army.""I need you to neutralize the Mages.""Drop the shields.""Then I go loud."They moved through the snow.Arielle didn't leave footprints.She floated an inch above the ground.A trick she learned from the Void Core.Lycian moved like a ghost.For a massive man, he made zero noise.They reached the perimeter fence.It hummed with electricity."Ten thousand volts," Lycian whispered."If I touch it, alar

The jet ride home was quiet.But Lycian’s phone was blowing up.Messages from spies.Reports from the border.Kaelen wasn't bluffing.Troops were moving.Tanks were rolling toward the snow line."He's mobilizing," Lycian said."Faster than I thought.""We have a month, maybe less.""We need allies."Arielle looked out the window."You have the Vampires.""Neutral," Lycian corrected."They won't fight for us unless there's profit.""What about Witches?""Hate wolves.""What about Faes?""Unreliable.""We are on our own, Arielle."Arielle tapped her chin."Not necessarily.""You have an army, Lycian.""But you lack specialized gear.""You need potions.""You need Void-tech.""And I know where to get it."Lycian looked at her."Where?""The Undercity."Lycian frowned."The Black Market?""That place is a cesspool.""Criminals. Outcasts. Rogue mages.""Exactly," Arielle grinned."My people.""They hate the Inquisition.""If we offer them gold and protection...""They will build us weapons