All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

GWENThrough the quiet halls of the manor, my steps were soft but hurried. Each footfall echoed faintly, a reminder of the weight on my chest. The Moon Goddess’s vision played over and over in my mind—a kaleidoscope of light and shadows, fragments of destiny I couldn’t piece together. I needed clarity, yet fear held me captive. Would Lucian understand, or would this change everything between us?When I reached his door, my hand hesitated mid-air. The smooth wood felt like a barrier more daunting than any battlefield. What if he thought I was weak? What if he pushed me away? Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly.“Come in,” came his voice, low and steady, sending a ripple of calm through my nerves.I pushed the door open. Lucian was seated by the window, moonlight spilling over him like a silver cloak. His dark hair was tousled, his expression unreadable as he turned to look at me. The flicker of surprise in his eyes melted into something softer, warmer.“Gwen,” he said, his voice tin

GWENThe cool wind kissed my cheeks as I stood in the training yard, my muscles straining with each move. My blade gleamed under the sunlight, slicing through the air as I practiced my swings. But my mind wasn’t on the weapon in my hand or the strength in my arms. It was elsewhere, caught in a web of doubts and whispers that gnawed at my resolve.The Moon Goddess’s words lingered like a shadow, growing heavier with each passing day. The price must be paid. Her voice had been as soft as a lullaby, but the weight of her warning was anything but gentle. My vision had shown fire, blood, and heartbreak, but the meaning was still a puzzle I couldn’t solve. Every night, the images replayed behind my eyelids—the crackle of flames, the anguished screams, and the figure standing amidst it all. I couldn’t make out their face, but the despair in their voice as they called my name was unmistakable.I was terrified of what it might cost—who it might cost.“Focus, Gwen!” Ethan’s voice cut through my

GWENThe world felt unusual still as I drifted in that place between dreaming and waking, where reality blurred with something deeper, something primal. In the vision, the Moon Goddess stood before me, radiant and untouchable, her silvery light washing over everything. Her expression was calm, but there was a weight in her eyes that made my heart ache.“You are strong, Gwen,” she said, her voice like the gentle rustle of leaves in a midnight breeze. “But strength alone does not ensure victory. Love is your greatest gift, but it is also your greatest risk.”Before I could respond, the scene shifted. Suddenly, I was standing on a battlefield. Smoke curled in the air, and the metallic tang of blood filled my senses. Wolves snarled and clashed all around me, their fur matted with sweat and dirt. My heart thundered as my eyes locked on Lucian. He was fighting fiercely, his movements graceful and precise, but he was outnumbered.A decision loomed before me—I could sense it without knowing t

GWENThe warmth of Lucian’s arms wrapped around me, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside didn’t matter. His heartbeat was steady against my cheek, and I focused on its rhythm, trying to anchor myself in the calm he provided. But the weight of the future pressed heavily on my mind, refusing to be ignored for long.I pulled back slightly, enough to look up at him. His expression was soft, but his eyes held a flicker of worry that he couldn’t entirely hide. “Lucian,” I began, my voice low and hesitant, “what happens when we’re not enough? When all the love and strength we share isn’t enough to protect the people who rely on us?”He studied me for a moment, the lines of his face etched with thought. “We do what we can, Gwen. We fight with everything we have. And if we fall, we make sure it’s because we gave everything, not because we held back.” His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face. “But we’re stronger together. That’s the point of this bond. It doesn’t make us invinc

GWENThe night fell heavy and silent as we regrouped inside the captured outpost. The air inside was damp, tinged with the metallic scent of blood from the earlier fight. Our team spread out, each warrior taking a position to guard the perimeter. Despite the victory, tension lingered in the air, and exhaustion pressed down on all of us.I sat near a small, cracked window, my gaze fixed on the forest beyond. Shadows danced in the faint moonlight, and every flicker of movement had me on edge. My fingers instinctively reached for the pendant again, tracing its smooth, crescent shape. It was becoming a habit—a tether to keep me grounded amidst the chaos.Lucian’s face filled my mind. I wondered what he was doing at that very moment. Was he staring out at the same moon, thinking of me? Was he pacing in frustration, cursing this plan for pulling us apart? The thought brought a small smile to my lips, though it was quickly overshadowed by the ache of longing.“Penny for your thoughts?” Ethan