Todos os capítulos de THE CURSED MOON HEIR: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Roselyn’s POVThe mountain trembled and a deep rumble echoed through the narrow pass as the towering stone doors slowly parted. Cold air spilled from the darkness beyond, carrying the scent of damp earth, pine, and something strangely familiar.I froze. “This place…” My voice barely escaped above a whisper. “…feels alive.”Darius didn’t answer, he simply stepped through the opening. “Stay close.”I hesitated only a moment before following him. The instant my foot crossed the threshold, the rumbling stopped. Behind us, the stone doors sealed shut. I spun around and the entrance was gone. Only an unbroken wall of gray rock remained.I stared in disbelief. “We’re trapped.”“No.” Darius kept walking. “We’re protected.”There was a difference but, I wasn’t sure I understood it.The passage stretched endlessly before us, crystals embedded within the stone glowed with a soft silver light. Unlike torches, their light never flickered, I reached toward one and the moment my fingertips brushed i

Roselyn’s POVThe forbidden grove haunted my thoughts. Even after returning to the cottage, I couldn’t stop thinking about the ancient stone arch or the warmth that had spread through my pendant the moment I crossed its boundary.Why had it reacted? And why had Darius looked… afraid? The next morning, Whispering Haven carried on as though nothing had happened. Children ran through the fields, Smoke drifted lazily from cottage chimneys, the rhythmic clang of the blacksmith’s hammer echoed across the valley. Only Darius seemed different.He had already left before sunrise.“Where did he go?” I asked Mara.She was hanging herbs to dry outside her home. “He had business.”“What kind of business?”“The kind he never talks about.”I sighed. “I was hoping you’d tell me.”She chuckled. “You’ll soon learn something about Darius.”“What’s that?”“He only speaks when he believes the time is right.”“And if the time never comes?”Mara’s smile faded. “Then he’ll carry the burden alone.”Determine

Noah’s POVThe Royal Archives smelled of old parchment and dust. Shelves lined the chamber from floor to ceiling, each filled with records dating back centuries. I stood before a long oak table, Spread across it were faded maps, family records, and a charcoal sketch of the strange symbol carved inside the black mask. I had spent three days searching.Three days… and not a single record mentioned it. It was as though the symbol had never existed or someone had erased every trace of it. Gideon was yet to return with information concerning the buyer, instead I got news that he went back to oakridge. Frustration was evident on my face… Soon a sharp knock broke the silence.“Enter.”A palace messenger stepped inside and bowed.“Your Highness.”“What is it?”“The King requests your presence in the council chamber.”My father stood beside the great map of the Lycan Kingdom. Several advisors had already departed, leaving only the King and Queen Selene behind.The King’s expression softened wh

Noah’s POVThe black feather lay on my desk as It had remained untouched since the palace guard handed it to me the previous night. There was nothing remarkable about it, no unusual markings, no scent… nothing that identified its owner, yet it had been left behind by someone who had broken into the Royal Archives.Someone that is either searching for something or… Trying to make sure no one else found it. I picked it up between my fingers, the feather was ordinary but the timing was not and that bothered me more.Soon a knock sounded at my study door.“Enter.” I ordered and Captain Rowan stepped inside and bowed.“Your Highness.”“Are you done questioning the guards?” I asked because I sent him to do that“I did.” He replied “The intruder never entered through the main gates.”I frowned confusedly “What do you mean?”“No patrol saw anyone arrive.”“Then how did he reach the Archives?”Rowan hesitated. “We’re still investigating your highness.”My expression hardened. “The Royal Archiv

Noah’s POVThe old cartographer lived where the kingdom seemed to end. His cottage stood alone on a rocky hillside overlooking the eastern frontier.There were no guards or servants. Only shelves overflowing with maps, weathered scrolls, and instruments I had never seen before.Captain Rowan studied the crooked building. “This is where we’re placing our hopes?” He asked with a disappointed look.I dismounted his horse. “Sometimes the people everyone ignores are the ones who knows the most.”I knocked but there was silence. After a while, the door creaked open and an elderly man with silver hair and piercing gray eyes looked me up and down.“Took you long enough boy.”Rowan frowned. “You were expecting us?”The old man ignored him, his gaze remained fixed on me alone.“I’ve been expecting you.”The cottage smelled of parchment and cedarwood as we stepped in. Maps covered nearly every wall, Mountain ranges, Ancient trade routes, Forests that no longer existed.The old man motioned towar