All Chapters of The Last Blackblood Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Chapter 1: Nadia's Taste For FreedomNadia's POVI always wondered what it felt like to belong to the world outside.To walk beneath an open sky without calculating the distance to the nearest shadow. To hear the hum of a crowd without my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.All my life, home had been the cold, damp bellies of the cavern walls hidden deep within the mountain peak. My world was defined by the rush of the subterranean river, the slick scales of the fish I caught with my bare hands, and the sharp edge of the hunting knives my grandmother forced me to master. Survival was my routine. Hunting was my reality. And hiding was my law."You are a Blackblood, Nadia," my grandmother’s voice echoed in my mind, a ghost that followed me into every dream. "The last true survivor. Your father was slaughtered because of what flows in his veins, and your mother breathed her last breath bringing you into a world that wants you erased. The Blackbloods are extinct to them—a

Chapter 3: The Price of LoyaltyNadia's POV The home I had known for eighteen years was buried, along with the only person who had ever loved me.Tears tracked clean lines through the dirt and dried blood on my cheeks. I clutched my father’s journal to my chest, my hands shaking so violently I could barely hold it. I was supposed to run. My grandmother’s final command echoed in my ears: Step into the light. Live, demanding that I head west toward the border, far away from this territory.But as I stood at the edge of the tree line, looking down at the smoking fires of the outer town, a cold knot of dread twisted in my gut.Mara.When I ran, I had left her standing right in front of the pack guard. She had seen my blood. She had heard the horns. If the Alpha’s enforcers realised Mara was my friend, they would drag her into an interrogation room. They would break her.I caused this, I thought, swallowing back a swell of nausea. I can’t let her die because of my mistake.Ignoring the sc

Chapter 5: The Hostile SanctuaryNadia's POV I remember the exact moment when the rocks and earth crashed over my grandma's back, her pained yells mixing with Mara's bleeding snivelling in the distance.'I'm so sorry, Nadia... they have no choice', she cried, her voice broken in the thick forest.I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing the memory away from the back of my mind as I pulled my hood lower, trying to block it out.I am a blackblood, and now close enough to the destination my father spoke of.The trees opened up ahead, revealing the colossal chasm the blackened canyons flanked on both sides.The strange acrid smell filled the area, clinging to the back of my throat in nervous anticipation. This was the reason why my father's mark burned soothingly with a hint of warmth.There it was.Somehow my chest lightened, the weight of the path I've undertaken pressing down on me with all the force of a thousand memories. That small flame of hope, thought long extinguished when I first watc