All Chapters of THE REBORN LUNA'S REVENGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Queen Mother Rhea smiled at me with a cold gleam in her eyes and slowly raised her small silver dagger.The warm candlelight from the iron wall sconces reflected off the sharp edge of the polished blade.I tightened my grip on the heavy brass candlestick in my left hand and prepared to swing it at her head if she lunged forward.Rhea did not charge across the room or try to stab me in the chest with her weapon.She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance."You really thought you could orchestrate a fake assassination attempt in the gardens and get away with it?" Rhea asked in a quiet and mocking tone.I stared at her in shock because her accusation sounded absolutely insane to my ears."I did not orchestrate anything and that cultist actually tried to kill me out there," I defended myself and took a cautious step backward."Do not play dumb with me because I know exactly how ambitious your desperate father is," Rhea

Her skin felt freezing cold under my touch and she trembled like a leaf in the wind.I slid my other hand down her arm and gripped her wrist with a firm but careful hold."On three," I instructed her and braced my stance on the marble floor.She nodded once and bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood.I did not count to three because the anticipation always made the muscles tense up and caused more pain.I yanked her arm upward and twisted the joint inward with a swift and practiced motion.A loud pop echoed in the quiet room and Callista let out a sharp cry of agony.Her knees buckled from the sudden shock and she slumped forward.I caught her easily and wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her from hitting the floor.She rested her forehead against my chest plate and took several deep breaths while the initial blinding pain faded."You lied," she mumbled into the metal of my armor."It was necessary," I replied softly and fought the urge to stroke her damp hair.S

Royal guards rushed past me with their broadswords drawn but they looked lost and uncoordinated.Their heavy steel weapons were useless against a magical fire and they had no idea how to fight the green flames.I ducked under the swinging arm of a panicked soldier and kept my eyes focused on the Eastern corridor.My bare feet left bloody footprints on the debris-covered stone but the adrenaline masked the sharp pain."Help me, please!" a woman sobbed and grabbed the torn edge of my ruined dress.I looked down and saw Lady Saskia sitting on the floor with a nasty bleeding gash across her forehead.Her jealous sneers from the ballroom were gone and replaced by raw terror."Get up and run out to the gardens," I told her and yanked my dress out of her desperate grip."I cannot find my husband," she wept and reached for my leg again.I did not have time to hold her hand or guide her to safety when my own brother was trapped in the fire.I left her crying on the floor and sprinted around th

I survived the executioner's block and I swore to the Moon Goddess I would never lose my family to royal politics again.I threw myself over the burning debris and wedged my bare hands under the thickest part of the scorching oak beam.The blistering heat seared the sensitive skin of my palms the exact second I made contact with the wood.My skin bubbled and popped from the intense temperature but I refused to let go of the heavy timber."I need you to pull your legs out when I lift this up!" I yelled over the deafening roar of the magical fire.Lachlan nodded his head frantically and braced his small hands against the hot floorboards so he could push himself backward.I planted my bare feet against a solid piece of fallen stone and pulled upward with every single ounce of strength my body possessed.The heavy wood groaned and shifted barely a fraction of an inch before gravity slammed it right back down onto his legs.Lachlan let out a sharp cry of pain and squeezed his eyes shut.A

A young palace healer rushed over to us with a leather medical bag clutched against his chest.The boy skidded to a halt in the mud about five feet away and his eyes widened in absolute terror.He stared at the King and refused to take another step forward.Ajax was projecting a thick and suffocating aura of dominance into the air around us.His inner wolf was flaring wild to keep strangers away from his mate after such a violent attack.The poor medic trembled and looked down at the wet grass in a display of total submission."Your Majesty, I brought the burn salve," the young man stuttered and held the bag out with shaking arms.Ajax did not acknowledge him or tell him to approach.I pushed myself up onto my knees and ignored the sharp pain shooting up my spine."Give it to me," I ordered the boy and held my hand out.The healer scrambled forward, pressed the heavy bag into my palm, and ran back toward the other patients immediately.I pulled the leather straps open and dug through