All Chapters of Runaway Brat: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The blood moon illuminating heavily and screaming danger in the night sky, the shadows cast the ancient ruins in an frigthening crimson light that made every broken pillar and slitered vine wall look alive wrapped with malice. This desolate land had witnessed the Guardians’ darkest betrayals for centuries. Tonight, their inner circle had gathered here to deliver what they believed would be the final blow against the Cator-Voss bloodline—the children themselves. Cinthye and Damien stormed forward at the head of their forces, hearts pounding in perfect unison. The full crew and their battle-hardened allies surged behind them like an unstoppable tide. Sergei moved like death incarnate through the shadows, while Havana directed flanking maneuvers with razor-sharp focus. The uneasy truce between former rivals had been tempered into something unbreakable by shared fire and loyalty. “Protect the legacy!” Damien’s thunderous roar split the night as they breached the inner chamber. Silver-m

The signal pulsed once more across the dark water, a crimson sigil that burned against the pre-dawn sky like a brand. Elena watched it fade, then turned from the railing. The evacuation vessel cut through the waves with the urgency of a hunted animal. Behind them the island still burned—fortress towers collapsing in slow, orange cascades, the harbor choked with the black skeletons of patrol boats. Smoke rose in a single unbroken column until the wind tore it apart.The surviving representatives stood in a loose cluster on the aft deck. Six houses had answered the invitation. Four had made it off the island alive. Their banners, once bright against the fortress walls, were now soot-stained scraps clutched in the hands of aides who looked as if they had aged a decade in a single night. One man still held a child against his chest; the boy’s face was buried in his father’s coat, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.Elena did not speak to them yet. She walked the length of the deck, counti

The family had held war councils before.None had felt like this.The main chamber was sealed.Every window was covered.Every communication device had been disconnected.Even the guards outside had been chosen personally by Damien.No servants.No advisers.No representatives from allied houses.Only family.The silence inside the chamber felt heavier than the stone walls surrounding them. No one had been invited to sit at the table unless they had already bled for the family, buried someone for the family, or carried a secret that could destroy them all.Cinthye sat at the head of the table.Damien beside her.Elena sat across from them, her arms folded tightly over her chest. Victor stood rather than sitting, restless and alert, one hand resting near the weapon beneath his coat. Alex placed the recovered drive in the center of the table.Romnick examined the maps.Luna remained silent.For several minutes, nobody spoke.The drive sat beneath the dim light of the projector, small an

The Last Ring began to rotate.Slowly at first.Then faster.Energy surged through the facility, racing along the cables and illuminating the walls. The cavern filled with a deep mechanical hum that seemed to vibrate inside their bones.The floor trembled beneath them.Alex shouted:"Everyone out!"Cinthye refused."What about the weapon?""I'm disabling it!"Damien grabbed her arm."Alex!""Give me three minutes!""You have one."Alex ran toward the central control platform.

The first city fell without a battle. That was what frightened Alex most. There were no explosions. No invading army. No burning buildings. At dawn, the eastern capital of Valenor simply stopped answering. Every communication channel went silent at 5:17 in the morning. By 5:30, the city's defensive grid had shut down. By 5:45, every surveillance camera had been disabled. At 6:00, the city's central government issued a single emergency transmission. WE ARE SAFE. REMAIN CALM. Then the transmission ended. Cinthye knew immediately that the message was a lie. "How many people live there?" she asked. Alex studied the satellite feed. "Almost two million." The command room became silent. Victor leaned over the table. "Two million people don't disappear." "No," Alex said. "They're still there." "Then what's happening?" Alex zoomed in. "The city isn't occupied." Damien frowned. "Then who shut it down?" Alex pointed toward the underground infrastructure. "Someone insi