All Chapters of The Luna With Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

146 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Coronation Massacre

"I, Damoew Herstrong, Alpha of the Strong Black Clan, reject you as my mate and Luna."Jasmina heard the words but couldn't process them. She stood at the edge of the coronation platform, watching Damoew pull Arlene Swinkstrong into a kiss that made the entire hall go silent.Arlene's fingers tangled in his hair. Her body pressed against his like she belonged there.The mate bond tore. Jasmina felt it rip through her chest, a physical wound that no one else could see. Her wolf screamed inside her, clawing to get out, to fight, to make him remember what they were supposed to be.But Damoew didn't even look at her."This woman," he announced, his arm around Arlene's waist, "is stronger, smarter, and more worthy of leading beside me. Jasmina Lesvendstrong is weak. She's always been weak."The crowd erupted. Elders shouted in protests. Pack members who'd known Jasmina since childhood stared in shock. Hardy Armstrong, the oldest elder, stepped forward with his staff raised."Alpha, this vi

Chapter 2: The Perfect Crime

Jasmina just finished putting on her servants uniform when her door burst open. Two guards she didn't recognize came in and started dragging her out."What….."One of them backhanded her across the face. "Shut up, murderer."They hauled her through the corridors, past servants pressing themselves against walls, past elders emerging from their rooms in nightclothes. Jasmina tasted blood, and she guessed that it was from her split lip, but the guards didn't slow down. When they get to Damoew's chamber, they threw her to the floor close to the bed.He lay on the bed, with his eyes open and glassy. His lips had turned blue. His skin looked gray. And lastly he looked.Dead.Jetstar Clonstrong stood beside the bed, his face grave. "Search her quarters quickly."The guards left immediately. Jasmina stood there frozen, staring at Damoew's body. The mate bond was gone—she'd felt it sever yesterday—but seeing him like this made something crack open inside her chest anyway.He'd been cruel. He

Chapter 3: The Guard's Confession

Theo returned the next night with information that changed everything.He waited until the other guards finished their rotation, until the dungeon fell silent except for the drip of wate. Then he crouched outside Jasmina's cell, his face tight with anger."My sister's name was Elara," he said without preamble. "Three years ago, Alpha Damoew summoned her to his chambers. Told her she'd make a good mistress. She was only nineteen."Jasmina listened, her chains clinking softly as she shifted position."Elara refused. Said she was waiting for her mate, that she wouldn't dishonor herself like that." Theo's jaw clenched. "Damoew called her defiant. Said she was disrespecting his authority as Alpha. He exiled her the next morning. There was no chance to defend herself. Nobody even listened to her own side of the story.""I'm sorry," Jasmina said quietly."Don't be sorry. Be angry." Theo pulled something from his pocket—a scrap of fabric, singed at the edges. He held it up to the torchlight.

Chapter 4: The Vault Beneath

The silver chains had burned through two layers of Jasmina’s skin by the time Theo came back.Jasmina barely looked up when his footsteps echoed down the corridor. Her wrists were raw meat now, weeping with blood. Her wolf was completely silent. The baby inside her felt smaller and weaker somehow.She had maybe three days left before the silver killed her child and make her wolfless."I know what she's planning," Theo said, breathing hard like he'd been running. He shoved a torn page through the bars, they had ancient text, barely readable.Jasmina tried to focus on the words but they blurred together. "I can't…""The Lycan Vault," Theo interrupted. "It's real. It's directly under the packhouse, sealed fifty feet below the main hall."That got her attention. She blinked until the page came into focus. The text was old, written in a dialect she could barely understand, but certain phrases jumped out: *weapon of bloodline control*, *sealed by ancient kings*, *forbidden power*."What do

Chapter 5: The Luna Who Wasn't Dead

Jasmina and Theo are now in the rotten smelling tunnel.Theo's torch threw shadows on the walls. Jasmina followed him, stumbling every few steps. The silver cuffs on her wrists burned straight through to bone. He'd tried to pick the locks but couldn't manage it.The baby hadn't moved in over an hour."We're close," Theo said. "Another ten minutes and we'll be…"Then a growling sound cut him off. As they looked closer, they saw yellow eyes in the edges. Dozens of them, surrounding them from all sides.Theo drew his knife and yelled... "Run!"A gray wolf the size of a horse slammed into him before he could finish. He went down hard, his head cracking against the tunnel wall. The torch fell and rolled away.And on the other hand, another wolf’s claws caught Jasmina's shoulder and threw her sideways. She landed on her bad arm and screamed. The fall made aaathe silver cuffs dug deeper."Stop." A voice commanded and all the wolves froze.A woman walked into the torchlight. Scars covered hal

Chapter 6: The Fake Death

"Before we start our plans, we make them think you're dead," Lyanna said. They were in a cave two miles from the packhouse. Jasmina sat on the cold ground, her silver cuffs still burning. Theo leaned against the wall, exhausted from the tunnel escape and fought stress. Lyanna paced, her wolves restless inside her. "How?" Jasmina asked. "Fire." Lyanna stopped pacing. "We stage a body in your cell. Make it look like you tried to escape through the ventilation shaft. The shaft leads directly to the old furnace room. You 'fall' into the furnace. The body burns beyond recognition." "Whose body?" Theo asked carefully. Lyanna's expression didn't change. "One of the prisoners in the lower cells. Someone already dying. Someone who won't last another week anyway." Jasmina felt sick. "You want to kill someone…." "I want to save your baby and stop a genocide." Lyanna crouched in front of her. "That prisoner dies either way. In a cell, alone, in three days. Or tonight, giving you a

Chapter 7: The Burning

Lyanna returned to the cave three hours before dawn, dragging a body wrapped in cloth. Theo followed behind her, his face pale. "Is that…?" Jasmina started. "Darren Moltstrong. He died twenty minutes ago." Lyanna laid the body down carefully. "The silver poisoning finally stopped his heart. I didn't have to do anything." Jasmina stared at the wrapped form. Somehow that made it worse. "We need to move fast," Lyanna said. "Rigor mortis sets in within two hours. The body has to be positioned in your cell before it stiffens, or the guards will know something's wrong." Theo knelt beside the body. "How do we make this look like her?" "We don't. Not completely." Lyanna started unwrapping the cloth. "The fall into the furnace will destroy most identifying features. But we need her scent on the body. And her blood." She pulled out a knife and looked at Jasmina. "Just a few drops on his clothes," Lyanna said. "Enough that the guards will smell you when they investigate." Jasmina held

Chapter 8: The Witch of Ashborn

Meredith's cottage looked like it had grown out of the forest floor.Twisted roots formed the walls. A roof of woven branches dripped with moss. Smoke curled from a chimney made of stacked stones. The whole structure leaned slightly to the left, like it might collapse at any moment."She lives here?" Jasmina asked."For the past hundred and fifty years." Lyanna approached the door carefully. "Let me do the talking. Meredith doesn't like strangers."She knocked three times.The door opened immediately.The woman standing there looked ancient. Her skin was pale like paper, stretched tight over sharp bones. White hair hung past her waist in tangled ropes. But her eyes were bright green, and they saw everything."Lyanna Herstrong," Meredith said. Her voice sounded like dry leaves. "I wondered when you'd come crawling back.""I need a favor.""You always need favors." Meredith's gaze shifted to Jasmina. "And who's this? The dead Luna everyone's talking about?"Jasmina tensed."How did you

Chapter 9: The Failed Transfer

Arlene's ritual chamber was hidden beneath the packhouse library, accessible only through a concealed door behind the philosophy section.She'd spent three hours preparing. Salt circles. Blood runes. Candles arranged in specific patterns. Everything exactly as her mother's journal instructed.The transfer spell required precise timing. The mother had to be dead. The baby's soul had to be unanchored. And the new vessel had to be willing to receive it.Arlene was more than willing.She stood in the center of the circle, naked except for the ceremonial markings painted on her skin. Her hands shook slightly as she began the chant."*Sanguis ad sanguinem. Anima ad animam.*"Blood to blood. Soul to soul.The candles flickered. Dark energy swirled around her, responding to her call. She felt the magic building, growing stronger with each repeated phrase."*Fetus non natus, veni ad me.*"Unborn child, come to me.She reached out with her power, searching for Jasmina's baby. The soul should be

Chapter 10: The Tomb's Secret

The tomb looked different at night. Jasmina crouched behind the same pillar Lyanna had used before, watching the guards patrol. But instead of four guards, there were only two now."See?" Lyanna whispered beside her. "Arlene pulled half the detail. She's panicking about the failed spell.""Or it's a trap," Theo said from Jasmina's other side. He'd snuck out of the packhouse an hour ago to meet them. "She knows something's wrong. Cassian pulled those guards this morning on her orders.""Either way, we're running out of time." Lyanna checked her knife. "The stasis spell is destabilizing. Look at the runes above the door."Jasmina looked. The blue glow was flickering now, fading in and out like a dying light."What does that mean?" she asked."It means the fourteen-day limit is approaching. The spell is breaking down." Lyanna's expression was grim. "If we don't act in the next two days, Damoew either dies permanently or wakes up as Arlene's puppet. There's no third option.""We still ne

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