The First Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

One snide order and he is jumping into action immediately. "Yes, ma'am!"

"If this is a joke ... it's disgusting." I looked up, searching his gray-brown eyes for even the smallest hint that he was kidding. But all I saw was calm, like everything he said was normal. "Sorry, Lane." He didn't even pull his arm away from my waist. His fingers traced the skin that had just been shaking under him. "But don't worry. No matter what, you'll always be my first Luna. Your status, your honor—none of that will change." First Luna? I shoved his hand away, like I was shaking off a cold, venomous snake.

Then she gave the order. “Move.” And the final war began.

“Why me?” Azrael didn’t blink. “Because you are the last Gatekeeper… and the only one who can awaken the First Moon.” Silence. The kind of silence that makes the world tilt, like something ancient and terrifying just rolled over in its sleep. “The First Moon is a place,” he continued, “a realm lost in the folds of time. It is where the Lunar Order began. Where the gods first touched the earth and gifted power to mortals.” I felt the weight of it before I could even process it I had to find it. Whatever the First Moon held, it was the only way to stop the Ancient Ones.

The glow deepened, pulsating in waves. As the light fades, we see her clutching a sword. The sword hummed, a low, steady sound that filled the room. My heart pounded in rhythm with it, each beat laced with both awe and fear. Around me, I could feel everyone holding their breath. My breath catches. I know that sword. I gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday—the day we became the First Order. It’s as pristine as the day I gifted it to her, the engravings on its blade shining as if they were just carved. Damien takes another step back, his face ashen, eyes wide with worry. Caleb and Austin finally shift their focus to him, their bodies going rigid.

My chest expands. They are listening to me. Not because of River. Not because I’m royalty. Not because I’m standing in the right room. Because I know what I’m talking about. One by one, the generals begin to nod. They shift from skeptical to committed. Orders begin to be passed. Positions adjusted. I watch as my words become action, become strategy, become real.

Together. That was the right order.