Todos los capítulos de The Phantom Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Desmond stood in the doorway with blood on his hands. But the person standing behind him frightened me more. A tall figure in a black cloak watched from the shadows, his face hidden beneath a silver mask.I tightened my grip around Alexander’s hand. “Who is that?” Desmond looked at me. Someone you need to meet.” Alexander stepped forward. “You have five seconds to explain why you brought him here.” Desmond’s eyes hardened. “Because midnight is coming.”The sanctuary trembled. A deep vibration rolled beneath our feet. I looked at the clock carved into the wall. 11:17 P.M.Forty-three minutes. Forty-three minutes until whatever was supposed to happen at midnight. “What happens at midnight?” I asked. Desmond looked at the masked figure. The figure stepped forward. “Your grandfather opens the Blood Gate.” My stomach tightened. “What Blood Gate?” “The door beneath the sanctuary.” I glanced at the glowing symbols on the floor. “The chamber we just opened?”The figure nodded. “That is only

The field stretched farther than my eyes could see. No trees. No buildings. No sanctuary. Only endless black earth beneath a blood-red moon. And hundreds of silver-eyed creatures standing behind the ancient figure.Alexander’s hand tightened around mine. “Stay close.” I looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes met mine. For a moment, the army disappeared. There was only him. Then the ancient figure spoke. “You have been brought here because this is where your bloodlines began.”I looked around. “This place?” “Yes.” “Where are we?” “The first battlefield.” Alexander frowned. “I’ve never heard of it.” “You were never meant to.” The figure raised his hand. The ground changed. Images appeared across the earth. I saw wolves, vampires, witches, fae, humans all fighting. Thousands of bodies covered the field. Then I saw two people standing in the middle. A woman with silver eyes. A man with black eyes. They looked like the first Phantom and the first Bloodborn. But they weren’t fi

Alexander woke in darkness. Not ordinary darkness. There was no floor beneath him. No ceiling. No walls. Only endless blackness stretching in every direction.He couldn’t feel his body. Couldn’t hear his heartbeat. Couldn’t even feel his wolf. Then a voice spoke. “Alexander.” He turned. His father stood several feet away. Older than he remembered. But not alone.The First Hunger stood behind him. Alexander’s hands curled into fists. “You.” His father looked at him. “You’ve finally come home.” “This isn’t my home.” His father smiled sadly. “It is your blood.”Alexander looked around. “Where am I?” “The first Bloodborn chamber.” “Why am I here?” “Because you need to remember.” “Remember what?” His father stepped closer. “The truth about your birth.” Alexander shook his head. “I know my birth.” “No.” His father raised a hand. The darkness changed. A room appeared. A young woman lay on a stone table. She was exhausted and crying. Alexander recognized her immediately. His mother. Beside h

The seventh bell rang. The sound didn’t come from the castle. It came from everywhere. From the mountains. From the oceans. From cities. From forests. From every place where supernatural blood had ever existed. Then the sky screamed.I stared upward as the silver cracks spread across the darkness. Something enormous moved behind them. Alexander tightened his grip around my hand. “Luna.” “I see it.” “No.” His voice was quieter. “I can feel it.” My wolf suddenly whimpered. It’s everywhere.A wave of darkness rolled across the sky. The supernatural world reacted instantly. Wolves shifted. Vampires fled their strongholds. Fae disappeared into hidden realms. Witches began drawing protective circles. And humans looked upward, wondering why the stars had vanished.The First Phantom stepped beside me. “The Blood Gate has become a bridge.” “A bridge to where?” “The original realm.” I looked at her. “You mean the kingdom from the visions?” “Yes.” “What happens if it crosses over?” She didn’t an

My mother’s face told me the truth before her lips ever did. She knew. She had always known. And now, after everything I had survived, she was finally going to tell me. “What happened that night?”My voice was barely above a whisper. My mother looked at Noah. Then at me. “The night you met him was the night your grandfather realized what you were capable of.” I frowned. “I was six.” “I know.” “You keep saying that like it explains everything.” “It doesn’t.”She stepped closer. “But you need to understand something, Luna.” “What?” “You didn’t create the First Hunger.” I stared at her. She continued. “No human created him.” The tension in my chest loosened slightly. “Then what did I do?” “You changed him.”I looked at Noah. His small body was still unconscious against the stone floor. “You gave him something no one else had ever given him.” “Blood?” “Blood.” She swallowed. “But not just blood.” I waited. “Choice.”The word hit me harder than it should have. “What does that mean?” My mot