All Chapters of The Phantom Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Noah!” I caught him before his body hit the ground. Blood spread across his shirt. For one terrifying second, I couldn’t breathe. “Noah, look at me.” His eyes fluttered. “Luna…” “I’m here.”Alexander dropped beside us. His expression changed the moment he saw the wound. “Silver.” I looked at him. “Can you heal him?” “Not if the bullet is still inside.” My hands shook. Then I heard laughter. My grandfather stood on the tower above us. And beside him— My father. Alive again. For a moment, the entire battlefield disappeared. There was only him. The man I had mourned. The man whose memories had haunted me. The man who had once carried me through the halls of Project Phantom.My father looked down at me. His face was cold. But his eyes weren’t. They were filled with pain.“Dad?” He didn’t answer. My grandfather smiled. “You finally understand, Luna.” I stood slowly. “What did you do to him?”My grandfather raised his weapon. “I didn’t do anything.” He looked at my father. “He made his cho

Something knocked inside my chest. Once. Twice. Three times. I couldn’t breathe. I pressed both hands against my ribs. “What is that?”My father stared at me. “I don’t know.” “You said something was inside me.” “I said something answered when the Gate closed.” “That isn’t the same thing.” “I know.” Another knock. Harder. My wolf recoiled. Luna…For the first time since she had returned to me, I felt her fear. Not fear of an enemy. Fear of something she couldn’t identify. Alexander stepped in front of me. “Everyone back.”My mother grabbed my arm. “Luna, don’t fight it.” “I’m not fighting anything.” Another knock shook my entire body. I screamed. Silver light burst from my skin.The ground cracked beneath my feet. Noah stumbled backward. “Luna!” I looked at him. He was staring at me with wide eyes. “What?” “I can hear it.” My blood turned cold. “What can you hear?” He swallowed. “A heartbeat.”My hand flew to my chest. I could hear it too. Not mine. Something slower. Deeper. Ancient. T

The scream that tore through the battlefield wasn’t human. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't a vampire. It was everything. Thousands of supernatural voices collided inside my skull at once.I dropped to my knees. “Luna!” Alexander caught me before I hit the ground. But I could barely hear him. Every heartbeat around me had become my heartbeat. Every breath had become mine. Every drop of blood felt like it was moving through my veins.I pressed both hands against my head. “Make it stop.” Alexander’s arms tightened around me. “I’m here.” “Make it stop!” My wolf growled inside me. They’re connected. I knew. I could feel it.My grandfather had turned the supernatural world into one enormous network, and somehow, my blood was sitting at the center of it. Wolves. Vampires. Fae. Ancient creatures. Even the soldiers surrounding the Blood Gate. I could feel all of them. And they could feel me.My grandfather stood at the edge of the shattered Gate. His expression was almost peaceful. “You finally un

The sky did not fall. It opened. Silver cracks spread across the darkness above us, branching like lightning through glass. Then something came through. Power.It poured from the shattered Blood Gate in waves, silver, black, crimson, and blue, twisting together before crashing into the battlefield.Every supernatural being froze. I could feel it. Every stolen memory. Every stolen ability. Every life my grandfather had used in Project Phantom. They weren’t gone. They had been stored. And now they were returning.My mother grabbed my arm. “Luna, don’t touch it.” I stared at the energy moving toward me. “It’s already touching me.” Silver veins appeared beneath my skin. My wolf growled. Too much. I agreed.For the first time since I had awakened my Phantom blood, I was afraid of my own power. Alexander stepped beside me. “Look at me.” I turned. His eyes were steady. “You’re still Luna.” I swallowed. “What if I’m not?” “You are.” “What if all of this changes me?”He reached for my hand. “T

Alexander dropped to his knees. I caught him before his body hit the ground. “Alexander!” His hands dug into the earth. His veins had turned black.The silver in his eyes flickered wildly. “No,” he whispered. Across the valley, every First Blood creature was kneeling. Vampires. Hybrids. Ancient blood carriers. All of them. Except the man standing on the mountain.He looked down at us and smiled. “My son.” Alexander’s head snapped upward. “Don’t call me that.” The man’s smile disappeared. “You still resist.” “I don’t know you.” A low laugh echoed across the valley. “You know my blood.”Alexander’s claws emerged. “I don’t care.” The man raised one finger. Alexander screamed. I felt the pain travel through our bond. I grabbed his hand. “Stop!” The man’s eyes shifted toward me. For the first time, his expression changed. Recognition. “So.”He looked at my father. “You kept her alive.” My father stepped between us. “You don’t get to come near her.” The man’s gaze hardened. “You were always