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Chapter 16: Rise of the Chosen The night air grew colder as Luna stood at the center of the clearing, her heart steady and calm. The relic in her hand pulsed faintly in time with the flow of her blood, and as their connection deepened, the moon shone brighter above, its rays wrapping about her like a protective cocoon.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

Mitne I will ignore the steps for now. I am curious to learn how this moon magic works. There has to be something here about that since the scroll I just read made the stairs appear with the beautiful door. I took a deep breath and my hands picked up another scroll. I took a deep breath and rolled the scroll open. What luck, it is the next chapter to the one I was just reading. Chapter 15: The Lycan's Luminous Revelation

I demanded. The horizon rippled, the silver surface bending like disturbed water. “You have reached the threshold,” the Moon said. “The one you were never meant to cross without guidance.” “I didn’t ask for guidance,” I snapped. “I didn’t ask for any of this.” A low hum passed through the space, something like distant laughter trapped beneath ice. “You never ask,” the Moon replied. “You awaken.” The silver around me bloomed. Not illusions. Memories. A young woman knelt in ash, blood running from her palms as she begged the Moon for mercy. Chains etched with glowing runes sank into flesh, sealing power beneath skin. Cities burned quietly, no screams, no chaos, just people asleep as history re

POV DARLENE The crack in the moon was a silver scar across the night sky, a jagged reminder that the "Owners" of our lineage were no longer a distant myth. They were the ultimate auditors, and they were watching. As I stood on the balcony of the liberated Senate building, looking up at that fractured white orb, the violet-silver light in my marrow felt like a High-Tension Wire. The 187th Chapter had been a reprieve, a desperate grounding into the earth, but the 188th was something far more taxing: it was the Construction of a Global Shroud.

My shadow stirred. It rose, blacker than the abyss itself, writhing like a living thing. And when the beast roared in the distance, my shadow smiled. For the first time, so did kael. --- ☠️ End of Chapter 1.

CHAPTER 24 — THE FIRST OMEN Kael’s POV The moon hung low over Mooncrest, spilling silver light across the pack lands, but its calm beauty did little to soothe the storm brewing in my chest. I had not slept; the echoes of whispers, the rogue insignias, and the intrusion into Ariana’s chambers had kept me on edge for hours. Every shadow seemed to shift with intent, every gust of wind carried a warning I could not ignore.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

She flipped the pages, and more and more writing appeared, I sat down next to her, “it is your story.” She nodded, “not all of it is mine, the first few chapters are of who we were, how and why we were born, but,” she flipped through half the book, “here is where I begin, this is my entire life so far, where I was, my mother’s teachings, her capture, Hera killing her, how I escaped and then here is yours.” She handed me the book and I glanced it over, it was vague but yes, it was my story and much shorter than hers, but then it spoke of the last Alpha, it didn’t name him, just that he was the last of the blood line of the Moon Luna and the goddess Selene and that his fated mate would be me,