All Chapters of Moonbound Series: Khadia Riverlands: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FortyKIAN'S POV-Cheeks and body on the floor, as if a strong force pressing me down, bones felt like crashing, though Azure's regenerating ability was doing its job, and two powerful werewolves just shifted right in front of my nose, suffocating my throat, and were ready to wreck my house at any moment. Damn! Can this get any worse?“Snap out of it, Kian!” Azure's voice roared in the inner realm, cutting through the shuffling thoughts in my head, aggressively pacing back and forth while slamming his paws on the surface of my subconscious.“I’m trying!” I screamed, however, it sounded inaudible, digging my fingers into my hair. This violent breach of forest-green static was destroying every wall of my subconscious, every time I tried to keep my thoughts together.A final massive shockwave rattled the entire house, violently wuthering blade-like waves against my body and leaving huge cracks on the walls.Before my eyes

Forty- TwoJAMES'S POV–A rapid clicking of heels against the polish tiles pulled my eyelids open, vision kind of blurry yet I instantly recognized the woman rushing towards me, with a fresh set of black clothes in her hands. She's back yet my skin still tingled where she had touched me. It felt like a lightning strike trapped under my flesh.Before she could draw closer, I pulled myself up and snatched the clothes right out of her hands. She froze a step away as I tore off my worn shirt and dumped it straight to her face, replacing it with a new one that felt like a sandpaper against my raw, half-healed skin, and pulled the dark coat over my shoulders.“What are you doing?” Her voice was as sharp as how she glared at me.My eyebrows lifted as I made a final adjustment with the coat, “changing clothes? What do you think?” Not a single glimpse of her as I walked past her.Her eyes narrowed as her piercing gaze stung at m

Forty- FourJAMES'S POV –A sharp howl sprinted behind me that cracked the heavy pressure hung against the chilling breeze. Forced my gaze to steal a glimpse at the corner of my eyes that felt like slowing down the time. My piercing sword was cutting through the darkness, aiming for the image right behind me. And before its edge could've painted blood, he vanished within the passing wind behind me.A solid, bone-jarring thud echoed right behind me, and right before I could hear the howl of his next move, my reflexes instantly brought me to his face— my silver blade hung heavy on thin air flashing straight to his face. For a heartbeat, I saw how he gritted his teeth right in the exact moment he jumped backwards. The edge of the silver blade stole a cut on his cheek, splashing a few of his blood on the blade and tracing it down to the ground.“Enough with the warm up, Laurent,” my voice repeated in the coldness of the night, violently shaking o

Forty- SixLAURENT’S POV–This hot-headed black wolf had been swinging his claws on me for I thought an hour? Maybe? And thanks to my lightning speed, he was getting pissed off because of his humiliating missed attacks. Brutal humiliation for an Alpha like him, getting played by a wolf like me. However, if this scenario goes on, I don't know if Orion can keep up. The silver toxicity in my system was already burning my blood, and my vision was getting a little glitchy.“I’m out of energy to play games, Laurent,” Orion's voice cracked in the inner realm where my subconscious was thinking of way out of this, “Either we die by silver toxicity or by his claws.”Just as the black wolf roared to my face, Orion's sharp and thick claws anchored to the ground, leaving massive deep trenches. A growl strong enough to shake the ground and flipped a layer of the surface, violently slapping to our faces with brute force.“I’m working on it,” I

Forty- EightJAMES'S POV –It was somehow blurry, but the laughter that filled my hearing seemed soft and comforting. It looked like an image that had been dragged out from the bottom of my mind.“Stop it already, James!” It was a voice that had been part of my growing up.“I’m not gonna stop until you tell dad to buy me a real sword.” that voice… I never heard that playful yet full of energy ever since forever.The image slowly cleared up, only to see my younger self spraying water at Grace while she was hanging the laundry.Looking closely at it, I never thought I used to smile like nothing matters, just my naughty days and Grace as my guardian. Or more like an older sister— often scolding me, lecturing me and helping me with my little experimental dishes. Watching it felt like I had been stuck in a time machine that couldn't move.“Rules are rules, Mr. Roswell. No silver weapons in the house.” She firmly sta