All Chapters of The Luna of Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nikita's POVThe morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I blinked, the remnants of a feverish sleep fading away as clarity returned. My head no longer throbbed, and the fire that had consumed my body had extinguished itself, leaving behind a cool, calming sensation. Tentatively, I touched my forehead—no fever.I bolted upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Energy surged through me, invigorating my every muscle.I sprang to my feet, excitement bubbling within me. "Mummy! Daddy!" I shouted, rushing towards the hallway.My bare feet clattered down the wooden stairs as I darted toward the dining room. The scent of breakfast—crispy bacon, fresh-baked bread, and warm honey—drew me in like a magnet. Pushing open the heavy door, I burst into the room, my heart soaring at the sight of my parents."Mummy! Daddy was right! I feel much better!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the room.Mother turned, her deep blue eyes softe

Rykor's POVThe oak trees outside my office window bowed under the force of a relentless night wind. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers over the desk cluttered with reports and strategies. My pack had grown strong from its previous state of despair, but nights like this always reminded me of the storms we had yet to weather.The rhythmic ticking of the old grandfather clock gave a reliable accompaniment to my thoughts. It was my solace, a repetitive measure of time that kept me tethered when the weight of my responsibilities felt too immense.A sudden but soft knock at the door pulled me sharply from my thoughts. “Enter,” I called in a measured tone.My Beta, Thorne, stepped into the room, his usually unflappable demeanour uncharacteristically tense. The flickering firelight cast shadows over his rugged, battle-worn face, emphasising lines and anxieties that few ever saw. He cleared his throat, hesitating for a brief second, words seemingly stuck in his chest.“What is it

Nikita's POVThe grand hall felt particularly cold today. An icy breath exhaled from its stone walls. A heavy silence weighed on me as I approached Father's throne, my steps echoing in a morose symphony. Taking my seat on the grand, leather-bound chair, the memories of my cruel yet loving father resurfaced, conflicting emotions waging war inside me. I never thought I’d sit here with him gone, but now, with the title of Luna of Death, responsibility had chained me to this throne.After a few minutes, the grand doors creaked open, and the hall began to fill. Pack members trickled in, their eyes avoiding mine, their whispers scarcely audible but undoubtedly about me. I sat still, staring blankly at the growing crowd. The soft murmurs increased but remained out of earshot, each word a reminder of the isolation my curse guaranteed.People approached, offering their condolences. "I'm so sorry, Nikita," one of the elders said. I nodded absently, their voices blending into a meaningless hum.

Nikita's POVThe morning brought no solace. After another sleepless night, tossing and turning in a vain attempt to find peace, I found myself seated on my father's old throne.Father's throne, once a symbol of his iron will and love for his pack, now felt like a prison. It was strange sitting here, the weight of the Luna of Death title pressing down on me. Imagining the simple warmth of human touch was a cruel joke."Your presence is requested," Yuri said, snapping me from my reverie. He walked in with a purpose, his voice echoing through the empty hall. "The witch has arrived.""Good," I replied coldly. "Send her in." It barely mattered to me who entered the hall; in my eyes, they all seemed like shadows, fleeting and intangible.Yuri opened the heavy double doors wider, and the witch entered, her dark cloak flowing gracefully around her. She moved with an eerie, almost ethereal grace. As she approached, she slowly pulled back her hood, revealing a face that spoke of ancient wisdom

Nikita's POVMy finger tapped the side of my chair as I waited for Rykor's arrival. Yuri stood silent beside me, but I could tell there was something bothering him by the way he kept glancing over at me every few seconds.“What is it, Yuri?” I finally said, not bothering to find the irritation in my voice.Yuri hesitated for a moment, but then his face hardened with resolve. “Nikita, the pack is unsettled by your choice to bring in the witch when our kingdom has forbidden magic for so long.”I gave him a cold look and remained silent, not bothering to engage in a futile debate.He pressed on, his concern evident in the tension lining his face. “Changing things like that is a dangerous game—one you do not wish to play.”From the corner of my eye, I saw his fingers twitch nervously. The audacity of his words sent a wave of anger through me. I stood up from my throne in one swift motion, my eyes blazing with fury. “Is that a threat, Yuri?”Yuri met my gaze without flinching, his voice st