All Chapters of Once A Luna, Now A Stealer?: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Theon“Romania,” I mutter for the millionth time. “He took her to fucking Romania.”I stand in front of the Teller pack, watching as the officials who came from the Supernatural Council, a weretiger elder, and a fae woman, interrogate various members of the pack.I've never seen a faerie before, and I'd had this notion of them all being super beautiful and mischievous. I was surprised to hear the woman with green hair cut in a buzz cut was actually a faerie. Her wings weren't visible, hidden from the world until they were necessary, and she was serious as it could get.The weretiger was a man who looked about sixty years of age but was very physically fit and had the bearing of military personnel. They made quite the duo, and when they landed in the pack land, you could feel the fear exuding from the werebears. They'd listened to our tale, stunned, as we talked about the devil and what led to all of this in the first place. Of course, we still didn't know why he wanted Callista's sou

Callista“You don't look like you believe me,” the devil says as we walk down the snowy path. “Why?”“I do believe you,” I mutter, feeling quite out of place in the forest.My body tingles as I walk, and my stomach feels upset. The coldness is harsh, and I'm shivering from it. My hands are wrapped around my torso, trying to add a little bit of warmth. I constantly lick my lips to keep them warm as well and hope that my eyelashes won't get frozen.“I just can't wrap my head around the fact that another soul lives within my body.”Apparently, Theon was right when he said that the deviless in the story he heard from the Headmistress was connected to the devil.The soul of the deviless, who was born on the winter solstice all those millennia ago was within my body.She was buried deep within me, and I've never even felt something was off in my body. So how am I to actually believe what Xaveraq says? It cannot be possible. Two souls couldn't live in one body. “You need to tell me the full

Callista“Well, that isn’t ominous at all,” I mutter. “Where is it again?”“Follow me, it’s a few more steps away,” the devil snatches my wrist to my surprise and drags me forward as he sweeps past the trees. “Dude, what the hell? I was walking fine!” I protest, but my words die in my throat as soon as I come to the end of the forest. Which is not actually the end?There is a clearing in the middle of the forest, with no trees or bushes whatsoever. It is just empty space filled with snow. I start to feel my skin crawl again, and the feeling of distress that seemed to haunt me at first when I woke up in the forest returns.Something is coming, a part of my mind, a hidden voice that I cannot place, shrieks, run, Callista, run!“What is this place?” I ask. “Why is there a clearing in the middle of the forest? Did you do this?”“Oh, no. This has been there forever,” the devil answers. “Since the humans discovered this forest, after a long, long time since I last saw it, they marveled at

Theon“Theon, you don’t know if the devil wants to kill Callista for sure,” Kellin points out to me as I pack my bags. Again. I’d discarded the dirty clothes I’d taken with me previously and gotten down a suitcase this time. I also hunted through all my belongings in my room and office for my fake passport and fake documentation.I’m not going to be using the name I used on my previous trip, mainly because I don’t want to take any chances with hunters in case those two notified everyone about us. Hunters could be working at the most obscurely mundane jobs that nobody would even think of, and we will be going through airports.If one of those stewardesses or airline ticket counter agents happens to be a hunter, then we’d all be toast. “True” I reply. “But if he sucks her soul out of the body, chances are, she’s going to end up dead.”“But what if she won’t?”“I don’t know, Kellin, I know nothing about this soul-sucking shit, but I just can’t risk her life for a ‘what if’, can I?” I a

CallistaI balk at the last thing he says, wondering if I heard him correctly.“F-flaying?” I stutter.Didn't that mean skinning someone...alive? “Yes, flaying,” the devil confirms. “It was a common practice with thieves in those times, when their targets refused to comply. The man must've tried to fight them when they came to rob him. In a way, it was the stupidest thing one could do when met with thieves, especially when one was with one’s family. But those were desperate times for many, and how could a man bare to be parted of the wealth he slaved to earn?”“You stumbled across a scene where a bunch of thieves was flaying a man in front of his family,” I repeat, still unable to comprehend the absolute humidity of it. “Yes, I did. And little did I know then that that would be considered tame compared with the other terrors I'd witness throughout the centuries that were to come,” Xaveraq comments. “Anyways, back to the story, yes, the man was being flayed. When I came across the sc