All Chapters of The Luna’s Forbbidden Blood : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kael’s POVThe roar of the wind was a physical weight, a wall of ice trying to tear me from the silver throne. Around me, the white panels of the ship were sloughing off like dead skin, revealing the rib cage of a monster. Below, the mountain rushed up to meet us, a jagged tooth of obsidian waiting to bite the sky."Silas!" I screamed, my voice barely a whisper against the gale.Silas was a blur of tattered fur and desperation, his fingers hooked into a structural strut. He was holding onto the gaunt woman’s belt with one hand, his muscles bulging with the strain of gravity. The other shadow dwellers were sliding toward the open breach, their violet eyes wide with the realization that they had escaped the earth only to die in the air.I didn't have the gauntlet anymore. I didn't have the moon blade. I had nothing but the tether.“Maya!” I roared in my mind, throwing every ounce of my will toward the mountain. “I can't hold them!”For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the whistle of t

Maya’s POV The bridge of the flagship held the stillness of a tomb, broken only by the clinical hum of cooling fans and the rhythmic chirp of the silver virus advancing through Kael’s veins. Director Vane stood by the primary terminal, his silhouette framed by the curve of the planet below. He was a man who viewed the world through the lens of efficiency, and at this moment, efficiency dictated the erasure of the northern ridge. The weapons array beneath the ship began to glow. A concentrated hum vibrated through the floorboards, a sound so deep it was felt in the marrow rather than heard. On the monitors, the violet peak of the mountain looked like a flickering candle in a rising storm. The fleet had synchronized their targeting locks, a hundred-strong net of white light ready to drop a hammer of energy that would liquefy the stone and everything trapped within it. Kael stood at the center of the bridge, his body jerking with the erratic rhythm of the infection. The silver l

Maya’s POVI stared at the man standing in the mouth of the tunnel, my breath hitching in my lungs. Every instinct in my blood screamed that it was Kael, from the rugged line of his jaw to the way he tilted his head when he was analyzing a threat. But the eyes were the giveaway. They were a flat, mechanical blue that lacked the warmth of the man who had fallen for me in the dust of the old world. This was the hidden identity the Architect had whispered about, a perfect physical shell designed to exploit the bond of fated mates."You are a shadow," I said, my voice echoing off the damp obsidian walls. "You are a copy of a man you could never understand."The double smiled, and the expression was terrifyingly human. "I am the refinement, little wolf. Kael was the prototype, a creature of emotion and biological error. I am the completion of the cycle."He raised a silver cylinder that hummed with a familiar, lethal frequency. The ticking clock of the mountain’s final defense was audibl

Maya’s POVThe world was sliding. The roar of the mountain’s northern face collapsing was a physical blow, a sound that vibrated through my teeth as the stone beneath my boots disintegrated. The scavenger ship above us was a predatory shadow, its magnetic harpoons anchoring us to a section of the ridge that was no longer attached to the earth. We were suspended over an abyss of silver and fire, caught in a literal freefall toward the Architect’s rising maw.I gripped Kael’s hand, my knuckles white. He was shaking, his violet eyes glazed with a digital fever as the silver lines on his skin flared a blinding, rhythmic white. The woman with the white hair stood perfectly still on the tilting stone, her gaze fixed on the man who was supposed to be her masterpiece."I am the architect of the Architect," the woman said, her voice cutting through the wind like a razor. "I built the system to be perfect. But I built the failsafe to be human. You, Kael, are the poison pill. You were never mean

Kael’s POVThe sun was too bright. It lacked the jagged, violet intensity of the mountain’s peak, replaced instead by a soft, artificial gold that felt like a warm blanket over a corpse. I stood on the manicured grass of the park, my boots feeling heavy and wrong against the perfect green blades. Beside me, Maya was as still as a statue, her amber eyes reflecting the impossible skyline of a city that should have been dust for centuries."It’s not real, Maya," I said, my voice sounding disturbingly clear, stripped of the static and the rasp of the silver virus. "This is the architecture of a lie."Vane sat on the bench, casually folding his newspaper. He looked exactly like the man from the old history files, a clean-shaven bureaucrat with eyes that held the weight of a dying sun. "Real is a subjective term, Kael," he said, his voice smooth and devoid of the mechanical distortion I had grown to hate. "Is the pain of the mountain more real than the peace of this garden? You are fated ma