All Chapters of The Luna of Death: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rykors povSitting in the dim, damp confines of my cell, time slipped through my fingers like sand. Time was irrelevant when faced with the fury and heartbreak swirling within my chest. Nikita's absence, like a deep wound, bled memories that taunted me. I knew that I would lose her one day, but not so soon and not like this. All I could see as I sat there was her lifeless face staring up at me.A faint chuckle roused me from my thoughts, echoing maliciously off the stone. Across the cell, Yuri sat, his smirk unyielding—a viper basking in the poison of his own making. My promise whispered in the confines of solitude echoed fiercely in my mind: if death were to be my fate, I would drag Yuri down with me. I would kill him with my own hands and enjoy watching the life drain from him.Footsteps interrupted the silence, slow and deliberate, pounding a rhythm that resonated with authority. I remained motionless, eyes on the ground, refusing to acknowledge the weight of my reality. I couldn'

Nikitas PovThe moon hung heavy and full outside the window, casting a ghostly light over the faces that now watched me with a mix of shock and horror. Rykor was the first to speak, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.”My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...”I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”Rykor’s face twisted with pain at my words, and my eyes darted away from his, finding refuge in the shadows of the dim room. I knew I had to stay strong. “The death the curse will give me,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, “will be slow and painful. I know I dese

Rykors pov My fists pounded against the unrelenting rock, the sharp scent of my blood mixing with the brisk night air. Each strike jolted through me, a painful reminder of my grief, yet I embraced the pain willingly. Sweat and dirt smeared my skin, marking the gruelling hours I'd spent lost in an emotional storm of anger and sadness. My body ached for rest, but I couldn't listen to its demands. All I could see was Nikita's lifeless image haunting my thoughts.As the first light of dawn mingled with the night, her voice—impossibly real—whispered behind me. “Rykor.”I froze, my fists still clenched, caught in a moment of disbelief. Was this my mind's cruel trick? My arms fell, weighed down by exhaustion and an unwillingness to face what might be another figment of my delirium.She approached, the familiar sound of her footsteps almost comforting. Yet I couldn't turn around, fearful of the pain of seeing her again. If she was merely a ghost, I didn't want to know.“How did you find me?”

Nikitas povThe dim light of early morning cast long shadows through the tall windows of my father’s office, and I sat alone at his desk, confronting the silence with an iron will. Exhaustion gnawed at the edges of my mind, a persistent ache growing stronger with each sleepless night spent grappling with the relentless curse within me. It had become a separate entity, living beneath my skin, whispering insidious thoughts of surrender and relief in the quiet moments between each breath. But none of that would deter me from my chosen path. I would not let it win; this curse died with me, even if that meant going through this pain for years.A soft knock interrupted the grim silence of the room. “Come in,” I managed, my voice barely above a weary whisper.The door creaked open, and disappointment flickered across my heart as I saw Iian step inside. How I wished it was Rykor—his presence was something I had craved since we last parted. Yet I reminded myself repeatedly that I had made peac

Nikitas povMy heart clenched, even as I fought to maintain a semblance of control. A silhouette shifted in the corner of the room, separating itself from the shadows like a spectre called forth by some dark incantation. I held my ground as the figure coalesced into a man—a predator cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent purpose.With measured calm, I swung my legs out of bed, the cold floor grounding me against the tumult within. Standing, I faced him, embodying the deadly power that pulsed beneath my skin. I could unravel him instantly, but it was the excitement that throbbed within my curse that I feared. It yearned for connection, hungered for an end.The man stepped into the moonlight streaming through the window, his face poisonously serene. "All you had to do was give it to me," he drawled, his voice a sickly sweet melody that turned the air sour. "Perhaps you would've had a few more days on this pathetic earth, free from your curse, able to touch that patheti