All Chapters of Kill The Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I crouched high up on a thick branch of the oak tree, my hands gripping the rough bark as I waited in the cold midnight air. Peering through the dense leaves, I watched the entrance of the hidden cave. Every few seconds, faint flashes of flashlight beams flickered against the stone walls inside, dancing around before moving deeper and deeper into the dark earth. My brow furrowed as I stared at the disappearing glow, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what on earth was happening down there. Everything in my life just kept getting stranger and stranger with each passing hour. A sudden wave of panic hit my chest, and a voice inside my head screamed at me to just turn around and escape right now while Elda was busy. But as I looked back toward the dark woods, reality sank in. The forest was pitch black, and I realized I couldn't see a single thing even if I attempted to run. I didn't know the layout of this massive estate yet, and the terrifying thought of wandering straight into a

"No! No! Stay away from me!" The frantic screams tore from my throat as I scrambled backward, turning around to sprint deeper into the dark, uncharted depths of the cavern. Behind me, the two large men didn't even bother to run. They simply adjusted their grips on their heavy flashlights, casting the blinding white beams directly onto my retreating back. The bright light cut through the shadows, tracking my every movement as I stumbled blindly over the uneven stone floor. They walked with slow, casual steps, their heavy boots thudding rhythmically against the gravel, completely unbothered by my desperate attempt to escape. They knew I had nowhere left to run. I kept pushing my bruised legs forward, my chest heaving violently as I panted for air. My eyes darted frantically across the rugged stone walls, searching with pure desperation for any hidden crack, an upper ledge, or an opening that could lead me out of this terrifying trap. But there was nothing. The rock walls were entirely

The agonizing pain tore through my palm like white-hot lightning, and a loud, piercing scream erupted from my throat, echoing wildly off the damp stone walls of the cavern. Tears instantly blurred my vision as I stared down in absolute disbelief at my soft, bleeding hand. The sight made my stomach completely turn; the silver blade went straight through my flesh, pinning me flat against the hard surface as if I were being nailed directly onto a wooden cross. I began to weep uncontrollably, my whole body shaking violently against the heavy iron restraints as I gripped the handle of the weapon with my free left hand, desperately preparing to pull the sharp steel out of my skin. Elda didn't even flinch at my cries. She simply took a few slow, casual steps backward, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched my desperate struggles with a cold, unyielding stare. "There is absolutely no need to do that, Fedora," she murmured, her voice chillingly calm and steady over my loud sobbing. "

The two muscular guards hauled my limp body across the freezing concrete floor of the dark basement. They looked around anxiously, realizing there were absolutely no stone tables or altars set up in this hidden room. Seeing nothing else available, they aggressively dumped me onto a lone wooden chair sitting in the center of the space. My muscles were completely useless, and I immediately began to slink sideways, my head dropping as I was about to fall straight off the seat onto the hard floor. Elda noticed my swaying body and snapped her fingers sharply at the twelve women dressed in white robes. "Take her out of that chair right now and lay her perfectly flat on the floor," she commanded, her voice echoing with an icy impatience. The robed women rushed forward in a flurry of white fabric, grabbing my weak arms and legs. They laid me straight down on my back against the freezing concrete, my eyes staring blankly at the dark ceiling. Instantly, the women began pulling thick, dark can

The head priestess kept chanting louder and louder, her voice echoing like a roar inside the small basement. Suddenly, a terrifying change washed over the entire room. The twelve robed assistants froze in their tracks, their bodies stiffening as all of their eyes rolled back until only the pure white parts were showing. At the exact same time, Elda’s features twisted into a mask of pure agony. The color in her eyes began to change, turning completely pitch black as she threw her head back and let out a blood-curdling shriek. It looked as if something incredibly dark and vastly stronger than her own soul was violently forcing its way into her body. She kept screaming and screaming, her nails digging into her palms as the dark energy tore through her veins. Then, completely out of nowhere, a sharp cracking sound cut through the noise. A thick wooden training stick pierced straight through Elda's belly with tremendous force. The impact was so brutal that the pointed wood tore through he