All Chapters of Alpha’s Cursed Luna: The rise of the Giborim: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 50 Khalil POV I must be really crazy, or simply tired of living an empty life. Those were the two conclusions I drew up as I mounted my black beast and soared into the night with the roar of motorbikes filling the night air. The vibrations of the deep rumbles of the engine between my thighs were a living entity, the air fresher to breathe despite the pollution that clogged the sky with mucky, black smoke. The air twirled in my hair like invisible gingers, massaging my beaten-up scalp and the rest of my exhausted body. I felt alive! Even though the idea of storming through the Gemini Coven gates sounded like a one way ticket to hell; I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and disappear into the night. Which- I wouldn't lie- flashed through my mind intermittently. Of course, that would be the biggest slap in Riftan’s face; a great disappointment to the only person I was inclined to prove myself to, but then again... He was probably more used to me disappointing him than ac

EDEN POV Anything that happened from there was a mucky blur of events. The thunderous explosions created just enough problems that both Blair and the witch had to leave for a quick inspection; and full-blown war if it came to that. Raynor soon burst through the door like a bat chased out of hell, breathless as he tried to explain what it was that was happening outside the door. He stayed behind guarding Mr. Charcoal, grunting and cursing the entire time. I was torn between laughing at him for hiding in here with a russ of guarding his recovering son and feeling pity for him. If he was as brave as he portrayed, he had to be down there, fighting the front line with Khalil and whoever it was he came with. They conversed softly, Charcoal's voice heard and I figured he was indeed nursed back to life; thanks to my blood. If they had even the slightest modicum of humanity left in their rotting bodies, they would set me free as a token of gratitude for having brought back their son to lif

EDEN POV The first sign of life came with me lying on my back and facing upwards and this time, with a smooth, soft blanket draped over my body. A tiny moan slipped out of me, as I wiggled out of the thick haze of dreamless sleep, then came into contact with a soft hand that caught mine in a tight grip. “Baby, hey.” He countered low, emotions clogging his throat before he raised it to his lips and showered kisses on it, paying attention to each bruised knuckle and finger. I peeled my eyes open, hating how much it was suddenly a norm to just pass out and linger in the world of the undead. I turned my head to find Riftan watching me intently, faint light casting shadows around the room and the other side of his face. Only the night lamp was on. A small smile formed on my face as I took him in, the worry lines on his forehead and the dark circles around his eyes. I was the one kidnapped and forced to sail through the blood rivers of hell, yet he was the one who looked a lot

UNKNOWN POV I found myself yet in another land of the unknown! Unlike all places I have seen in my recent dreams, this one gave me unforgiving chills. The gothic, black interior brought into being, a classic view of a huge, ancient, frigid, and dark hall, with candles flickering to give a bit of light! The light wasn't much, so it left room for everything that lurked in the shadows to go all out and reign freely! Some murmurs and whispers could be heard from the shadows; I turned around to find nothing but me, and my own shadow that was amplified and zoomed by the candles. Another violent shiver tore through me causing my toes to curl, and at that very moment, I realized I had no shoes on! I braced my ground and tried to take a step forward! I don't know why but I felt very unsettled and very disturbed about the vision I was having. It didn't feel like any other of the ones I have had all my life! “Remiel!” A lifeless, cold voice called out, sending a shiver through my spine. Its ra

EDEN POV The first sign of life came with me lying on my back and facing upwards and this time, with a smooth, soft blanket draped over my body. A tiny moan slipped out of me, as I wiggled out of the thick haze of dreamless sleep, then came into contact with a soft hand that caught mine in a tight grip. “Baby, hey.” He countered low, emotions clogging his throat before he raised it to his lips and showered kisses on it, paying attention to each bruised knuckle and finger. I peeled my eyes open, hating how much it was suddenly a norm to just pass out and linger in the world of the undead. I turned my head to find Riftan watching me intently, faint light casting shadows around the room and the other side of his face. Only the night lamp was on. A small smile formed on my face as I took him in, the worry lines on his forehead and the dark circles around his eyes. I was the one kidnapped and forced to sail through the blood rivers of hell, yet he was the one who looked a lot