Alle Kapitel von Rejected Luna's Vengeance : Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

The moon was at its highest peak. A singular patch of moonlight sheen pierced through the center of the snowy meadow, illuminating the Wisteria Tree just enough to see the silhouettes of the two tangled people at the feet of the ancient tree.Amid the silence of the enchanted night, a woman's gasping sound penetrated every nook and cranny of the place. If the frozen trees and frost flowers could blush from the erotic noise that filled the night, they would surely turn beet-red.Legs coiled around Dylan's bare waist, Diana tilted her chin up to breathe. Gasping, her hands clawed the tree trunk behind her for support and reprieve. It was suffocating, the good kind of suffocating. Her emotions were a mess. Torn by the fact that she was at the mercy of her man again and by the irrefutable fact that she felt drawn toward the blue-eyed alpha before her, Diana chose to lose herself after facing a series of life and death situations. 'Just one night,' Diana thought. The vision of the moon be

Sea of blood.A sea of blood hidden beneath the thick veil of mist was what Diana Ritchell saw the moment she arrived in the eerily silent Crescent Pack Territory. The silence was deafening that she reckoned anyone could hear the pounding of her heart. Every nerve of her body tightened as she grew closer, both wanting to pull time and stop time. No matter how efficient the portal was, she was still a step too late from this carnage.She was livid.She was furious.These were the only emotions that swirled around Diana Ritchell.The moment the gigantic flapping wings of the Phoenix blew away the mist, unveiling the tragedy she caused, Diana Ritchell lost all her strength as she released a staggering breath. With an ashen face and tear-filled eyes, she unmounted from the Phoenix with trembling knees."No," she whispered, but for Diana Ritchell, she was already screaming inside. Shaking her head, tears continued to fall from her eyes.Red. Everything was red before her as the moonless n

The sound of breaking echoed once more. The omegas loitering around the gloomy and cold corridors were long used to it. If it was before, they would have scampered away for fear of being implicated, but after getting used to it, they turned a blind eye to it already.On the other hand, behind the iron door, Shananel glared at the men before her. They were the subsidiary leaders of the Werewolf Committee across the seas. She called for their reinforcement yet they failed to meet her expectation.“Fools! All of you! I only ask you for one simple task and you failed miserably!” Shananel swiped her table once more, but there was nothing left to shatter. Dissatisfied with it, she kicked the table instead.Merlin chuckled without a sound as he stood behind Shananel. “If we can’t defeat them with tactics that you are proud of, why don’t you leave the planning to me?”“What did you say?” Shananel asked in a low yet dangerous voice as she slowly turned around. What Shananel hated the most was

Five steps. Diana was now five steps away from the boulder that signified the borders between the impregnable Werewolf Committee and the rest of the Wolven Continent. She knew the plan like the back of her palm, but her heart pounded more every step she took. Though her knees were yet to buckle and her chest was yet to heave, the urge to cough out the itch in her chest was very tempting.But she was Diana, the witch-wolf who could only pull off this spell with complete success.One step. She was now a hairbreadth away from crossing the line. Drawing a deep breath, Diana could feel the weight of the stares from both opposing sides fixated on her as she stood at the center of the two factions.With gray eyes gleaming without giving any ounce of nuance of emotion from her face, she took the first step. The moment her right foot stepped onto the sacred lands of the Werewolf Committee protected by the array of spells created by Merlin, the air slithered. The absence of the blessings of the

The Alliance werewolves resumed the array of echelons as they prodded deeper into the Werewolf Committee’s Territory. Carcasses of Skinwalkers were left on their trail as the attack never seized the moment the flock of northern monsters started to attack their group. But the absence of a strategic and sane leader affected the mindless abomination since Merlin retreated the moment it caught the image of Talia as if it recognized the intent of the latter– something akin to a deep-rooted obsession that would only be sated when she got his head.Magic versus magic. Spell against spell. Arrays clashed arrays.Talia pulled Merlin into her domain which she had created specially for him. Before closing the domain’s portal amid the war, she made sure to cast a spell onto Diana lest Dylan would come to hack her if something happened to the former. While Talia was busy battling against the wretched Merlin, the final battle—which would later be known in the Anals of History as the Battle of the