All Chapters of Revenge of Flame Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LuluThat photo felt heavy in my hands, as if it carried a truth too bitter to swallow.Elder Ruth — the old woman who was always preaching about ‘blood purity’ and ‘pack honour’ in Emerald Earth — had been caught on camera whispering to a black-robed figure in a dark alley.It felt like a punch straight to my gut. I’d only just gotten Pyrrha back. I’d only just started to feel Caspian’s warmth again. And now this ugly truth came crashing down on me.“Lulu, calm down,” Caspian’s deep, low voice murmured close to my ear. He took the folder from my hands before I could crumple it into a ball.“How am I supposed to stay calm, Caspian?” I snapped, my voice cracking with anger and disbelief. “That’s Ruth. She hated me openly from the moment I set foot in Emerald Earth. I was so stupid — I never even noticed.”Caspian rose from the bed. The broad muscles of his back tensed, his Alpha aura flaring so strongly the air in the room seemed to freeze. He walked to the window, staring out over the

LuluElaria stood there, frozen. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes were gone, replaced by a much sharper, obsessive glint.She completely ignored Caspian, who was standing all tense in the corner as if the Alpha was just a bit of useless wall decor."You want to know who Mary Ann really was?" Elaria asked, her eyes never leaving the fire inside the tube.Her voice was low, trembling with an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on."Your mother was the heart of the Order of Ignis—an ancient lot who believed that cross-breeding supernatural beings was the key to forging weapons for Sorcerers."I took a step back, my head starting to throb. "The Order of Ignis? Mum never mentioned anything about that."Elaria finally turned to me, a cold, thin smirk tugging at her lips. "Calm, was she? Mary Ann spent half her life running from her fate, but she was also the one who set it all in motion. We grew up together under the elders' watch. We weren't just mates; we were projects. W

ElariaFifty years agoEver since the start of my fourth-level semester, I’d basically drowned myself in thick spellbooks. A low-level water-element Surge Practitioner at Lorkgard Academy like me didn’t exactly have many chances to build a social life with all the fancy sorcerer students around here.I was walking as fast as I could toward the library when—bam—my steps stopped dead. Someone yanked the collar of my robe from behind, hard enough to nearly choke me.“Oi, where d’you think you’re running off to, you freak?”Selina’s voice rang out loud and sharp. Behind her stood Mara and Jane, her loyal little lapdogs.I lowered my hands, bracing myself for whatever shit they were about to pull.“The library,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as I could.“Where’s the thesis on Wihnar waveforms?” she snapped. “I’ve been waiting. Or are you dodging me now, yeah?”“I’m not dodging you,” I said. “I just need to collect a few more references.”“She’s lying, Selina,” Mara cut in, shoving me fo

ElariaTime is the most ruthless spell of all. Since that day in the Emerald Earth pack, I locked away every memory of Mary Ann.I chose a quiet path, dedicating my life entirely to Lorkgard—the highest magical academy, the last stronghold of our magic’s purity. Here, I was no longer the weepy Elaria.Here, I was Professor Vaelwyn, Head of the Composite Alchemy Department.This morning, the laboratory hall reeked of lead and mercury—sharp, biting scents. Far better than the smell of damp soil and wolf fur that had nearly choked me to death back then.“The crystallisation reaction won’t happen if your cauldron temperature is still below three hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit,” I said flatly, pacing between the rows of worktables. My shoes echoed against the cold stone floor.“But, Professor,” a male student in the front row raised his hand, his face twisted with that irritating doubt. “The textbook The Great Alchemist states that high temperatures damage liquid molecular structures

Mary Ann“I hope this works,” I whispered.Elaria watched the red glow from the sizzling test tube. The stench of burnt metal filled the stuffy air at the peak of Lorkgard Tower.I held my breath as Elaria added liquid Cythium extract—mixed with some strengthening potion I couldn't name because she’d used such a long-winded term for it—into Lulu’s blood sample. She flicked a tiny spark of fire into the tube.The liquid should have settled down. Instead, it did the opposite. The blood surged, slamming against the glass with an unnatural force before dimming and turning into a cold clump of black ash."Failed," Elaria muttered. Her voice was flat, but I could see her fingers trembling as she put down the pipette.This was the seventeenth failure in a single night. The Ignith’s Experiment, which we’d hoped would turn Lulu’s blood into a weapon against the Dark Sorcerers, had hit a brick wall.Every time we tried to fuse the Cythium with the hybrid blood of my fire magic, the result was t