Aphelion's Rest Lost Sector Novels & Stories

I asked, He took a deep breath before telling me, “Apollo is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is Spilt or Multiple Personality disorder, from the age of 7…” he glanced at Romulus and continued, ”...he had been through physical and emotional abuse and also depression at the early age....which caused his first alternate to appear, which is Cyrus… Cyrus helped Apollo from escaping reality… even though he had done horrible things but he helped Apollo and was always aware of his thoughts, Cyrus let Apollo know what he does and thinks…” he said,

Yet, one final step remained. Closing her eyes again, Selene focused all her energy on a single point in the sky—a radiant beacon of light that surpassed the brilliance of a thousand suns. Her essence dissolved into stardust, merging with the celestial light. The clearing bathed in an ethereal glow as the light descended from above. Upon touching the ground, it transformed, taking shape as Eden's new form. Reborn, she emanated a radiant luminosity that illuminated the surroundings with breathtaking splendor. The trees, stirred by the wind, seemed to whisper in awe of the magnificent goddess who emerged from the light.

She is what he needs right now, her coming back to him was all he needed. * Nathan stared deep into the moonless night, his eyes lingering on nothing in particular. He could still hear his mother's wails she was unconsolable and was clearly in denial as she screamed his father's name but he won't be coming back. The sky was absent of the moon signifying truly the death of such a great man, the Alpha of their pack. Nathan couldn't tell what he was feeling, rage, anguish, sorrow and a big void burying all his emotions. He felt all at once.

Because I’m nothing like Luna Angel and I never will be. “Don’t look so scared, little Luna. We’re not saying this to make you feel bad. We’re telling you this because the times are different now. We’re not cursed wolves, the pack is stable and we’re all finally able to concentrate on rebuilding what we lost over those hundred years. And what we need is a strong but gentle Luna to guide us. The men in this pack have been hardened by years of being wolves, with very little to live for. During the time our pack was cursed, there were no matings, since we couldn’t leave the pack’s territory in our wolf forms, but now, we can finally calm, knowing the bloodline of the Alpha Kingston will survive

But before I could question him, the room hushed. The Elder stepped forward, holding the sacred chalice in his hands. A shiver of anticipation ran through me. This was the moment I had waited for—plotted for. The moment fate would recognize what I had already made certain. Kieran was mine. The Elder raised the chalice, his voice ringing through the hall. “Tonight, we honor the will of the Moon Goddess. She shall reveal the fated mate of our future Alpha, Kieran Alistair of the Blood Moon Pack.”

“Malakar’s influence over Lucien was waning when Celeste found us. That’s why she took the chance to break the seal.” I looked at Lira, who was watching me again. There was a question in her eyes, unspoken but sharp. What do we do now? I stepped forward, speaking to them all, my voice low but certain. “We need to hit him before he regains control. Before he finds another way to strengthen the veil around himself. Celeste weakened it, and whatever he lost in that moment… we need to make sure he can’t take it back.” “And how do we do that?” Seraphina asked.

The Arbiters stared, stunned. The leader lowered his staff slightly. “This… was not recorded.” Kaelor’s voice held something almost like awe. “Because it never survived long enough to be.” The helix stabilized overhead, rotating slowly, radiating controlled energy rather than destruction. The First Core’s subterranean pulse calmed. The flame fissure sealed gradually. Silence replaced thunder. The Arbiters lowered their staffs fully. The dome dissolved. Lyra collapsed against me, exhausted but breathing evenly. I sagged with her.

Aria's POV Through divine perception, I watched the cascade accelerate beyond prediction. Luna-who-loves, now fully mortal, had become an unwitting prophet of limitation. Her genuine joy at discovering each moment anew, her tears at beauty she could no longer cosmically comprehend but could finally feel—it was intoxicating to observe. "Seventeen thousand beings in the last cycle alone," Caelum calculated through his dynamic form. "The conversion rate is exponential. At this pace, we'll lose critical cosmic infrastructure within days."

I'm engulfed by his huge body, every part that comes in contact with him fires up. My wolf purrs inside my head, loving her mates touch. I want to melt in his arms, I slowly raise my arms to reciprocate the hug but a sudden image of Theo flashes in my mind making me open my eyes, I push him away quiet harshly. Dominic looks taken aback by my gesture, he looks at me and than towards his vacant open arms "don't touch me" I warn pointing my finger at him. "I am not your mate! I am Alpha Theodore's mate. I am Luna Celeste of the Red moon pack" I announce with my head held high.

After the conference, they decided to have a big celebration for Aquila's comeback. Everyone was happy and celebrating except for one person that is plotting evil against Aquila. The beta's sister, Ashina Sands. The rejected mate of the Alpha.