All Chapters of Rejected to be His Luna: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

[Zeve’s POV]The fire of the from the bomb blasts cracked into the ground, spreading all over the crater in huge glowing lines of flames. I broke into cold sweats, seeing the fire take the form of what looked like a giant magic circle.Hikari stepped in front of me, drawing his Katana as he peered at the circle.I sent my butterflies to see what was going on in the crater. The tents were all set ablaze, flesh, blood and bones scattered all over the ground. The ones who were alive were trying to escape. Lynx was alone in his tent, screaming for someone to come and save him, but everyone was trying to protect themselves.“HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!” Lynx called for help. “YOU SAID WE WERE SAFE HERE! LIAR! YOU ARE LIAR…” that was the last thing he said before being buried under his ablaze tent.‘The portal to the dark world. It’s the portal to the dark world. Do not offer it more lives! Put off the fire. Put off the fire before the circle completes!’ The magic voice inside me screamed in m

[Zeve’s POV]I teleported near the seashores of Phantoria. After spending so much mana on the crater that was the farthest, I could teleport myself. The pitch black sand finely spread all around me, with the dark blue waves spreading white foam on the black shore like white paint that ultimately went back to the sea, seeping through the fine black grain of sand.There were huge rocky terrains beyond the shores. “I wanted to teleport in Uhnim…” I sighed, breathing out fog from my lips. As expected, Phantoria was freezing cold.Heavy clouds loomed over the ocean as if a storm had just passed by. I looked around and there was no trace of living beings anywhere near the shore. The shore had memories of storms that kept hitting it over the years. Maybe that was the reason there were no settlements near that shore.“Zeve… where will we go from here?” Lead asked.The dragon fairies fluttered around me. They looked excited seeing the magnificent sea shore. It was indeed eerie, yet pictures

[Zeve’s POV] She got up and doffed off her robe and looked at me with determination filled eyes. I lifted my brows. “What can I do with your body? And please stop getting naked all the time.” She quickly picked up the robe and wrapped it around herself again. “I do everything you tell. I use myself for you. Only help me meet my brother, please. I never become burden to you, Aria promise.” “Good grace. I don’t think he will attack me for a few days. If I have understood him properly. He will attack me again in a week, hmm…” I looked at her. “Fine. Help me find my sword.” She nodded and started hopping all around the place, looking for Red. “Do you know what my sword looks like?” I asked in an impassive voice. “No,” she shook her head with a pout. I don’t know why that made me laugh. I set the corpses of vampires ablaze and entered the borders of the Enver pack with Aria. I got her some clothes from an abandoned cloth store. We walked on the empty streets, still covered with

[Amor’s POV]“We aren’t the bad guys, she is! She stole our weapons and ran away. Catch her, not us!” The men said in unison.Celeste was standing on two men lying on the ground face-down. One of them tried to lift his head, but was stomped into the ground by Celeste. There was a lady sitting on the ground in front of them.“Umm. Thank you,” the lady said, got up, stumbling and dashed in the opposite direction.“Wait!” Celeste cried, but the lady kept running.The knights surrounded her, and she stepped back. She smiled and looked at Celeste.I stayed back and so did Morfan to see what would Celeste do in this case. It was an excellent opportunity to test her growth.“Did you steal their weapon?” Celeste asked.“Oh! Not really. You see, they worked on the stolen blueprint for the weapon that I created. They stole my work and so all the weapons that they created using my blueprint are basically mine,” the lady said, flexing the weapon in her hand. It looked smaller than the rifles and

[Amor’s POV]An empty heart, an empty room, an empty tomorrow, a brush of longing and memories filled with her colours can make any normal man an artist, and that’s what had exactly happened to me over these three years. There was no forgetting her for me. She was still burning my soul the same as she did three years ago. At times, I had powerful urges to give up everything and just find her. Every time I desired to see her, to have her glimpse, I used to shut my eyes, and she was there right in front of me.I tried to picture her as she was in my memories in those portraits, but none of them were even close to the real Zeve. Over time, my paintings got better, but still none of my portraits could be compared to Zeve in my memories.I tried my best to not think of her so often that I became sick, but sometimes I couldn’t help but miss her and long for her. I kept cursing myself for letting her go and then questioning myself if this wait would ever end.All those portraits were my fut