Chasing my Luna
Gavric, Echo’s father, a construct of her doubt, gripped her throat with searing hands, his power unmaking the starfield, fueled by the vengeful wrath of Lyssia, Veyra, and the weavers’ hydra—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia.
Kade lay crumpled, his sacrifice to shield her leaving him bloodied and fading, his whisper—“Live, Jess”—a faint echo. Selene’s light was nearly gone, her spells spent, Lucas’s body broken, his trust a fragile spark, and Bryan’s glow vanished, his hope a silenced vow.
Hot Chapters