Semua Bab THE LUNA WHO ROSE FROM THE ASHES: Bab 1 - Bab 10

POV SeraphinaConsciousness felt like a heavy blanket I was struggling to lift. My entire body felt as if it had been run over by a thousand wild horses, every muscle screaming in protest, every bone aching as though it had been shattered and put back together incorrectly.I was floating in a sea of darkness, numb and detached from reality. For a moment, I wished I could just stay there. I wished I could simply drift away into the eternal void, where there was no pain, no betrayal, and no heartbreak. Where I could finally be reunited with my babies, holding them safely in my arms where no one could ever hurt them again.But fate had other plans.A sharp, stinging pain suddenly shot through my arm, jolting me back to reality. My eyes fluttered open, heavy and resisting.The first thing I noticed was that I was no longer cold. I was no longer lying on muddy ground or being soaked by freezing rain. Instead, a soft, warm sensation enveloped my body. I felt the smooth texture of silk sheet

POV SeraphinaThe silence in the courtyard was deafening. You could hear a pin drop, amidst the sound of heavy breathing and terrified heartbeats.Everyone was staring at me, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe, fear, and utter disbelief. They were looking at a ghost, a monster, and a goddess all wrapped in one.Valeria, who was still sprawled on the floor from the shockwave I sent, scrambled backward on her hands and knees, her face twisted into a mask of pure hatred and panic."Guards! What are you waiting for?!" she shrieked, her voice cracking hysterically. "Kill her! Tear her apart! She is a demon! She came back from the dead to destroy us! Do it now, or I will have all of you executed!"Hearing her commands, a group of the pack’s elite warriors exchanged hesitant glances. They were scared of me, yes, but they were also trained to obey. With a roar, five of the largest, strongest warriors unsheathed their swords and charged toward me."Die, witch!"They moved fast, swinging the

The peace of the Silver Moon territory was not a fragile thing, but a cultivated garden. For three years, Seraphina had tended to it with the steady hand of a queen and the heart of a mother. Beside her, Alpha Ryan stood as the mountain—unmoving, protective, and deeply devoted.On this particular evening, the courtyard echoed with the sounds of laughter. Seven-year-old Leo was practicing his forms with a wooden practice sword, his movements sharp and deliberate. Nearby, his sister Luna sat on a stone bench, her eyes closed as she hovered a small, injured sparrow in the air, a soft blue light emanating from her palms."Focus, Leo," Ryan called out, leaning against a stone pillar with a proud smile. "Your strength comes from the earth, not just your shoulders. Root yourself.""I am rooted, Father!" Leo panted, spinning into a strike. "I’m imagining the ground is part of my feet.""And you, little star?" Seraphina asked, walking toward her daughter. She placed a gentle hand on Luna’s sho

The battlefield had become a vortex of screaming shadows and blinding silver flashes. In the center of the devastation, Kaelen was no longer a man. The dark bargain he had struck finally demanded its full price. His skin tore as blackened fur erupted from his pores, and his bones cracked and elongated with the sickening sound of snapping timber.The Demon Wolf stood twelve feet high, a monstrosity of void-matter and malice. His mechanical arm had fused into his shoulder, pulsing with a rhythmic, toxic violet light. He threw his head back, letting out a howl that didn't sound like a wolf—it sounded like the opening of a tomb."Seraphina!" the beast roared, the voice vibrating in the very marrow of those nearby. "Look at me! This is the face of the god you tried to exile! I am the end of your lineage!"Seraphina stood her ground, her silver armor reflecting the hellish glow of his eyes. "You aren't a god, Kaelen," she shouted back, her voice steady despite the gale-force winds swirling

Time did not flow in the Starry Realm; it pooled like liquid glass. Ten years in the mortal world amounted to nothing more than a few ripples across the surface of the Starry Lake.Seraphina sat cross-legged upon a crystalline stone that hovered inches above the water. Her transformation was complete. She wore a gown woven from the fabric of the night sky itself, constellations shifting along her sleeves with every movement. Her hair, a cascade of liquid starlight, floated gently in the zero-gravity aura of her sanctuary."The water is quiet tonight, Cosmic Mother," a voice chimed from the reeds. It was Orion, a celestial spirit composed of blue light and old memories, assigned to guide ascendants.Seraphina opened her eyes. The silver and red remained, but they no longer flashed with the heat of mortal passion. They burned with the steady, terrifying cold of a quasar. "It is too quiet, Orion. The silence of the universe should be harmonious. This feels like a breath being held.""You