All Chapters of Luna's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AilithThe fog was alive.It slithered between the ranks, curling over the courtyard stones, twisting through the air like it had intent. The unnatural thickness of it played tricks on the eyes—shapes loomed and vanished in an instant, turning warriors into ghosts and enemies into shadows. It pressed against my skin, damp and cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else. Blood.The first screams sliced through the night.From the battlements, arrows rained down, piercing through the fog with deadly precision. Below, the clash of steel rang out as Garrick’s forces pushed back against the first wave of Kael’s soldiers. Some fought in their human forms, wielding swords and spears, while others had shifted, their fur bristling, claws tearing into flesh. The fog distorted everything, making it impossible to see the full extent of the battle beyond what torchlight could reach.Garrick’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold the line! We do not falter!”Orin stood firm on the walls

Ailith The battlefield surged with chaos, shadows and fire entwining in a vicious dance of war. The scent of blood thickened the air, along with smoke and something else—something unnatural. The mist still writhed, sentient and relentless, pressing against my skin with an almost invasive force. My breath came fast, but I held my ground, golden light pulsing from my palms like a second heartbeat.I could feel everything. The energy around me, the warriors fighting and falling, the hesitation rippling through Kael’s forces as they faltered—staring at me, at the glow coiling around my limbs. Uncertainty bled into their ranks, and I seized on it.Sin lunged past me, cutting down a soldier who had drawn too close. She pivoted, golden eyes sharp, tracking my every move. “Ailith—get it under control. Now.”I knew I should have been more cautious but at the time, I didn't feel like I had the time to be. Now my power was unfurling like a living thing, reacting on instinct rather than reason.

Ailith Pain was a living thing, wrapping around my ribs with every inhale, every slight movement. It pulsed with the slow rhythm of my heartbeat, a reminder that I was still here—still breathing—despite how close I had come to losing everything.The infirmary was quiet save for the hushed murmurs of healers, the faint rasp of sharpened blades being cleaned of blood and viscera. The air was thick with the scent of burnt wood, iron, and the sharper edge of healing herbs. It clung to my skin, refusing to be washed away, much like the memory of Kael’s smirk drifting through the battlefield fog.I lay still, the worn furs beneath me soft but unyielding. My mind felt distant, an echoing thing struggling to piece together what had happened and what it meant.I had used my power.And Kael had seen.My hands trembled slightly as I traced them over my abdomen, my fingertips skimming the rested curve of my stomach where new life was growing. It felt impossibly fragile now, in the wake of all we

AilithThe first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft gold and pale pink as we stepped out of the stronghold. The air was crisp, a chill that whispered of the journey ahead. The pack gathered around us, their faces a mosaic of worry and hope, etched with the lines of countless battles fought and yet to come. I could feel their eyes on me, heavy with unspoken fears and fervent wishes for our success.Garrick stood beside me, his presence a steady force that I clung to as we prepared to leave. My thoughts drifted back to the vision from the night before—the mysterious man with storm-silver hair and eyes like mine. His warning echoed in my mind, a haunting refrain: Not all alliances bring salvation. Some bring only ruin. The weight of it settled deep in my chest as we set out, the path ahead shrouded in the mists of uncertainty.We moved quickly through the rugged terrain, the landscape shifting from dense forests to open plains. The trees stood sentinel, their branches reaching

AilithThe night was alive with the whispers of the ancient forest, its shadows dancing under the soft glow of the moon. We had set up camp a safe distance from the Emberfangs' territory, the air still tinged with the scent of smoke and ash. The relics I had discovered weighed heavily in my pack, a constant reminder of the mysteries they held. As the others settled down for the night, I pulled out the scroll and the artifacts, eager to delve deeper into the secrets they promised to reveal.The scroll, with its illustrations of figures intertwined in fire and shadow, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. I traced the lines of the drawings, feeling a surge of energy coursing through me, a connection that was both exhilarating and daunting. The text spoke of a lineage of warriors who could harness the primal forces of nature, their abilities tied to the very heartbeat of the earth. It was as if the words themselves were a key, unlocking something deep within me.As I studied the relics