All Chapters of Kill The Luna : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I froze completely on the spot, my entire body locking up as a cold shiver ran straight down my spine. My fingers remained hovering just inches above the dirt, trembling slightly as the echo of that voice hung in the quiet evening air. The voice was a little familiar, though it was definitely not too familiar to my ears. It carried a strange touch of Michael’s distinctive tone, but it was absolutely not as deep or gravelly as Michael’s voice usually was. It was lighter, warmer, but completely similar enough to make my heart skip a terrifying beat. That was the exact split second when the reality hit my brain like a physical blow. It was Elijah, the newly arrived alpha brother who had just shown up at the estate today. He was the one who had been acting all good, calm, and perfectly sweet to me out in the hallway earlier. Though his behavior had been kind, there was absolutely no way in hell that I would ever trust a single word that came out of his mouth. To me, he seemed entirely to

I noticed that there were fresh, wet footsteps marked clearly into the muddy ground around the hidden door, and that there was water pooled everywhere around that side that was still completely fresh and sparkling in the dim light. My heart did a sudden, terrifying flip in my chest as I stared down at the wet earth. That could only mean one highly dangerous thing: someone else had actually been right here in this exact spot even today, and not very long ago at all. Before I could even whisper my discovery to my companion, the unmistakable sound of rustling leaves and heavy boots crunching against the gravel echoed from the main path. I then heard footsteps again, much closer this time, heading straight toward our exact location. Panic seized my entire body, making my eyes widen to the size of saucers. I turned my head rapidly toward my friend, my features twisting into a highly desperate, panicked scowl. "Hide fast, Ella!" I hissed out , my voice dropping into a razor-thin whisper. I

I clutched my head in sheer exhaustion, my teeth grinding together as a sharp wave of annoyance washed over my face. My features twisted into a heavy, frustrated scowl, and my voice cracked with raw irritation. "Can you please just stop saying that over and over again?" I snapped, waving my bandaged hand in the air to cut him off. "I completely heard you the very first time you said it, Stewart, and that dark theory is honestly not our primary goal right now!"Stewart held his hands up in a silent gesture of peace, his pale face softening with an apologetic look as he backed toward his heavy wooden worktable. "Fine, fine, I will get straight to work on the liquid," he agreed, his voice dropping into a quiet, serious tone. "Just go sit outside on the porch for a few minutes so the fumes don't choke you."He turned his back to us, reaching for glass jars lined up along his dusty stone shelves. Me and Ella stepped out through the back door into the cool night air, leaving him alone in th

The heavy double doors swept open, and the overwhelming scene inside the grand ballroom hit me all at once. I paused near the entrance, my eyes wide with total shock as I took in the massive crowd. Everyone was moving together in a slow, rhythmic tone across the polished marble floor, swaying gently to the deep string music playing from the balcony above. Almost every single person in the hall was a noble, dressed in outrageously fine clothes—expensive silk gowns, tailored suits, and glittering jewelry that caught the light with every step. I stood there staring in absolute disbelief; I honestly didn't even know this pack actually had this many wealthy noble people living inside its borders.The high ceiling was filled with dozens of glowing crystal chandeliers, casting different bright lights across the room and making the entire place look amazingly colorful and vibrant. Royal servants in pristine uniforms were weaving through the dense crowd, with trays of sparkling drinks flying e

I turned around slowly, my eyes widening in shock as I found myself face-to-face with Elijah. He stood there proudly, wearing a dark, old-fashioned suit—the kind that had a long, split jacket tail sweeping down past the back of his knees. A crisp black bow tie sat tucked tightly against his high collar, and his shiny dress shoes had a strange, overly pointed style that looked almost ridiculous in the dim ballroom light. His entire outfit was so wildly dramatic and outdated that it looked completely funny in a strange kind of way. A sudden, unexpected snort escaped my throat, and I immediately burst out into a light fit of laughter. Elijah’s lips curved into a soft, patient smile, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement as he tilted his head to the side. "Why on earth are you laughing so hard, my lady?" he questioned softly. I quickly brought both of my hands up to cover my mouth, trying my best to stifle the chuckles still bubbling up in my chest. "Nothing, nothing!" I gasped out th