All Chapters of The Luna of Death: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rykor's POVI narrowed my eyes, trying to make out the figure stepping out of the shadows. As she moved closer, the faint light revealed the familiar face of my great aunt, Elara. Despite her wizened appearance and frail form, there was an undeniable energy about her, an aura of power that commanded respect."Elara," I acknowledged, my voice tinged with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What brings you here?"Elara was one of the oldest in my pack. Many thought that she was crazy, but I had known her my whole life and knew that she was a woman of great power and wisdom. She hardly ever came indoors. She believed that living out in nature was how power grows stronger in someone. She was my father's aunt and taught him everything he knew about magic.She chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the empty library. "Your troubled heart called to me, child. It seems that the weight of the world rests heavily on your shoulders."I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It's Nikita. Ther

Rykor's POVI left the library after hours of poring through ancient texts. The world outside had long since succumbed to darkness, with the only light coming from the silvery glow of the moon. My head spun with new information and questions about Nikita. Could her curse indeed end on its own?My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I collided with someone on the narrow path leading to the palace."Sorry! So sorry," the man mumbled hastily, his hood pulled low over his face. Instinctively, I reached out, steadying us both.“It's fine,” I began, but a sudden realisation stopped me mid-sentence. This man didn’t carry the scent of any of my pack members.My hand shot out, gripping his arm firmly. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice a low growl.The man's eyes widened in fear, and he tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, yanking the hood from his head. Recognition jolted through me—it was the rogue Nikita had been with last night.Anger flared up inside me. “Did Nikita send you

Nikita's POVMy body ached with the memory of the whip, the marks on my back throbbing with each step. The energy expended to reclaim my kingdom had drained me, but I wouldn’t allow the pain to show. Weakness was not an option.Opening the door to my room, I moved across the room, slipping silently into the bathroom. The cold tiles bit at my feet, grounding me in the present moment. Rykor's jacket, which had protected me from the chill, now felt like a vestige of vulnerability as I slipped it off. Wincing, I caught sight of the wounds crisscrossing my back in the mirror. The pain was a relentless, searing presence.Swallowing the rising wave of distress, I stepped into the shower. The first droplets of water felt like hot needles on my skin, but I forced myself to hold still as the stream cascaded over me. Blood mixed with water, swirling down the drain in ominous red trails. I leaned my head against the cool, tiled wall, closing my eyes.Images of my mother’s face flashed in my mind—

Nikita's POVSitting in my throne room, I waited for the arrival of lian and the ones who had chosen to come with him. The room was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. My mind wandered to the events of the past few days. Yuri's betrayal still lingered in my thoughts, but I pushed it aside. Today was about solidifying my pack and ensuring our future.The heavy oak doors creaked open, and a guard stepped inside. His face was serious, his posture rigid. "Alpha Nikita, the rogues have arrived. There are many of them."I nodded, maintaining my composure. "Send them in."The guard hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing his eyes. "Alpha, I don’t think that is wise. It would be best if you went to greet them personally."I was about to argue, to assert my authority, but I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Sighing, I rose from my throne. "Very well, lead the way."He led me through the grand hallways, and as we approached the entrance, I could hear the mu

Nikita's POVThe chilling night air enveloped me as I made my way through the dark forest. The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow that barely penetrated the thick canopy of twisted trees. My steps were sure and silent, the crisp leaves crunching softly underfoot. Each breath I took was measured, focused—my mind racing with thoughts of the witch and the answers I needed from her.The shadows seemed to close in around me, creating a labyrinth of darkness and doubt. My heart pounded against my ribs, not from fear but from a desperate urgency. The flickering images of Rykor’s concerned eyes wouldn’t leave my mind, his words echoing as a constant reminder of the vulnerability I despised.As I walked deeper into the forest, I felt its ancient magic seep into my bones. It was as if the trees themselves were alive, whispering secrets and warnings. Yet, I pressed on, my determination unwavering. I wasn’t here to be swayed or scared. I needed to find the witch, no matter the cost.Suddenly, a