All Chapters of Once A Luna, Now A Stealer?: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Callista“Apologies, Callista, but I need to take control of your body,” Qaetanya whispers in my mind, and her presence overtakes the control of my body.It is a surreal experience as I was relegated only to my mind. As if I were one of the two passengers in my body.Well, this is going to be interesting, I think, as I watch through Qaetanya’s eyes as she shoves away Xaveraq. Xaveraq stumbles backward, surprise flitting through his face.“Stay away from the girl,” she growls at him.My voice resonates as if we’re in an echo chamber as she speaks.Xaveraq gets over his surprise and smiles.“I see that you’ve broken from the hold the girl’s mother put on you. Congratulations, Qaetanya, I never thought you’d do it.”“You never thought I’d do anything that I did,” she tells him, getting out of the bed.I could feel her glaring at him.“Now, now, that is not true,” he retorts. “You were never that predictable to begin with, Qaetanya. Half the time, I didn’t even know what you were thinkin

CallistaFinally, the day of the winter solstice arrives.I don’t even notice the day until Qaetanya tells me in my dreams.We are sitting near the rose garden yet again, and I’m kind of getting tired of the view. I long for my subconsciousness to direct me somewhere else, perhaps maybe to my room in the Rexellen castle, but my dreams stubbornly stay in the rose garden.Even though I call these sessions with Qaetanya dreams, I know they are anything but. No, these sessions are purely our conversations. I don’t know how it works, but I know that the deviless has something to do with it. It’s sort of like she summons me for an audience with her, and for some reason, it’s always in the rose garden.Maybe Qaetanya loves roses. Who knows.“Callista.”I look at Qaetanya, giving up at trying to contact my wolf.“Yeah?”She looks pale.“In one minute,” she admits, “a new day will dawn.”“So?” I ask, confused.I’ve been focusing so hard on finding my wolf that I hadn’t been paying any attentio

TheonThe drowsiness is significantly less even without the witches’ efforts, but the witches complain that they are feeling the depleting effects of their power due to the solstice.“Goddess, I can’t even hold a spell for three minutes,” Leita complains after having the magical light she’d conjured moments ago vanish without her command. “How are we supposed to fight like this?”“Weapons, child,” Master Tsertinand says, pulling the large duffle bag he’d brought with him onto his lap. “The solstice might affect our inherent powers, but they have no issue on amulets. Gather around, children, I come with treats!”The trays used for breakfast sit on the trolley outside our room, and everyone in our squad has gathered in the bigger room used by the Headmistress and the others. We would be checking out of the hotel in thirty minutes, and we were getting ready…For the final battle.The sense of finality hangs heavily in the room. The exciting nature that had been on the witches’ faces befo

TheonThe spirit flits through the trees at its slow pace, and silently, we follow it.As we go further into the forest, the feeling of discomfort persists, making us take breaks constantly. Haden and I don’t transform yet, instead, we wait until the spirit leads us to the devil.I don’t know if the spirit is telling the truth when she said that she saw a man and a girl walking through the forest. There could be many pairs of men and girls walking through the Hoia Baciu forest.I have a hard time believing that after everything we went through in the past few days, it would be this easy to find Callista.There has to be a catch here.“You got any idea where we’re going?” I ask Hunter who is traveling next to me.“No clue,” she shakes her head, tapping vigorously on her phone. “My GPS doesn’t work, and neither does the internet. Which means not even the compass app works.”“Apparently neither does the real compass,” Leita sidles next to us, holding an actual compass.As we stare at it,

CallistaXaveraq finds me as I lie on the ground, wearing an expression of pity. To be honest, I never thought that his facial muscles were even capable of morphing into such an expression. I don’t remember seeing it on his face before.“Oh, Callista,” he tsks, shaking his head. “I told you that trying to escape is of no use. It is time for the Devouring.”I want to scream and lash out at him; I want to use my overgrown nails to claw at his blood-red eyes. The anger that rushes through me makes me want to attack him, to hurt him. To make him feel at least an ounce of the pain I do, the fear and desperation.I want to see my fingers wrap around his neck and squeeze the life out of him, in the same way, I once wanted to do to Valencia.A low growl flits through my mind.Was Qaetanya feeling the same anger that I did? If so, good.But I control myself. I can’t fight with him and expect to win. Rather than waste my energy on something meaningless, I should be saving it for later.But for