All Chapters of Luna Wicken : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

That evening, the house settled into an uneasy calm. The children were tucked in bed, and the adults retreated into their respective corners, haunted by their own thoughts. I sat alone in my room, my mind churning. The encounters, the dreams, they all felt like pieces of a puzzle I couldn't quite fit together. But as exhausted as I was, sleep eluded me.I found myself standing by the window, staring at the moon. It hung there, glowing softly, an ancient witness to my inner turmoil. "Please, Moon Goddess," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "If Brax is out there, give me a sign."The room remained silent, the moon offering no immediate answers. A sigh escaped my lips, and I felt a pang of disappointment. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe I was holding onto hope that would do nothing but break me.Just as I was about to turn away, I heard a faint noise—a soft, almost ghostly rustle. I twisted around, my senses heightened. Standing in the doorway was Daisy, clutching her teddy bear, her tir

Luna's PovDespite Spike's departure and the tension hanging heavily in the air, I didn't sway from my intended path. Deep down, I knew I wasn't chasing ghosts. Brax's presence in my life was far too real for it to be dismissed as mere dreams. I had to find answers, no matter how many doubts and scepticism surrounded me.I decided to turn to the one person who could possibly make sense of it all—Phoenix. Her powers had always been enigmatic, and if anyone held the key to understanding the surreal occurrences, it was her.Early the next morning, before the first rays of sunlight had even begun to tint the sky, I crept into Phoenix's room. She lay there, curled up with her favourite stuffed animal, lost in innocent slumber. Watching her for a moment, I felt a pang of guilt for all the turmoil our family had endured. This world of magic and danger was now our reality, and I couldn't afford to shield her from it anymore."Phoenix," I whispered, gently shaking her awake.Her eyes fluttered

As I left the Elders' Hall, the weight of my decision settled deep within me like a boulder. Each step felt heavier than the last, my mind wrestling with doubt and determination. Seb walked beside me, silent but present, his presence a steadying force amidst the turmoil swirling inside me.We reached the end of the corridor, where a set of double doors led out into the garden. I needed air and space to think. Pushing open the doors, I stepped out into the crisp morning air, the scent of dew-soaked grass invigorating my senses. Seb followed me, his eyes scanning the surroundings, but his expression was unreadable."Luna," he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had stretched between us. "Are you sure about this? About us leading together?"I turned to face him, taking in the concern etched into his features. The lines on his face, so reminiscent of Brax but uniquely his own, grounded me in the reality of the present. "Seb, I've never been more certain of anything. I know you might

Brax's pov The shadows of the dungeon seemed to breathe with life, curling around me like wisps of dark smoke. I had lost track of time—days, weeks, months, perhaps even years had slipped by me, each moment indistinguishable from the next. My body ached with exhaustion, and my mind was a twisted maze of recurring nightmares and fleeting hopes. The daily torture and agony had not broken me physically, but my resolve was beginning to fray. Despite the facade of strength I projected in front of my captors, inside, I felt like I walked a tightrope between sanity and despair. My only solace lay in the vivid memories of Luna and our children—those fleeting, precious moments that were both my strength and torment. My heart ached with a longing so profound that it felt like a raw, open wound. Yet, within me, another force battled for dominance—whispers of dark magic that sought to lure me into its depths. The allure of such power was tempting, offering the promise of release and revenge. It

Brax's povI lunged, adrenaline and determination propelling me forward as I ripped the chains from the stone walls. The sound reverberated throughout the dungeon, a symphony of liberation that stirred something primal within me. With a guttural roar that echoed off the walls, I let out every ounce of rage and defiance I had held captive for years.The two guards at the cell's entrance were momentarily frozen, eyes wide with the stark realisation of the beast they'd caged—only now awoken. It was all the opportunity I needed. I grabbed the nearest guard, my claws igniting with the raw power that pulsed through my veins. I felt the fragile tissue tear as I ripped his throat apart, his life essence spilling onto the cold, unforgiving floor.The second guard spun on his heel, panic overtaking his senses as he bolted for the exit. With a flick of my wrist, the chains I had freed came alive in my grip, whizzing through the air like a living whip. The metallic links wrapped around his neck,