All Chapters of Whispers Of Ember Hallow: The Luna's Awakening : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SERAPHINA POV There were soldiers everywhere. Every curb and corner you turn you'll see a soldier. The servants' whispers spoke of a full mobilization. Every soldier, even those still in training, was being called to arms. It seemed the war demanded every able body. Elara and Ember, with their fighting skills, would surely answer the call. And they were who I've been searching for. But it seems impossible in this sea of bodies. I just had to find one of them. When one is, the other will be there. Including Leon. Now I am currently in the hall where the soldiers are gathered. They had to be in here. I was trying to find my way through the crowded hall when someone walked into me. "Oh, sorry," I apologized as I tried to step aside. "Watch where you're going, girl," the man growled, annoyed even though he was the one that walked into me. "Apologies," I said, once again trying to step aside but he blocked my way. I glared up at him in anger. I knew trouble when I

SERAPHINA POVI ran straight to Ember, cutting down anybody that stood in my path. She struggled on the ground, the soldier taunting her. His arrogance would be his downfall. I heard Rion, Aric, and Kaelan call my name, but I couldn't tear my eyes from my friend. Just as the soldier raised his sword I got to them and blocked his blow as he brought the sword down. He turned, shock flashing in his eyes before hardening into anger. Ember was forgotten as he faced me, his entire focus now on me. I didn't look to see if she was okay. I had to focus. He striked again and I easily blocked it, meeting his blow with my own. But he was strong and my strength was leaving me. I blocked his blow as he aimed for my neck, the tip of the sword coming too close for my liking. I braced for his attack, expecting it on my right, but he struck left. A scream tore from my throat as his sword pierced my chest, slicing th

RION POVIn the castle’s great hall, the atmosphere was somber despite the festive preparations underway.I surveyed the scene with a furrowed brow. Servants hurried to arrange tables laden with food and drink, their voices an excited murmur beneath the flickering candlelight. Yet, the victorious battle still loomed heavily in my thoughts, especially the harrowing moment when Seraphina had nearly lost her life.The war was finally over. We had won. Seraphina was recovering well, so why then was this heavy feeling still on my chest? Kaelan came to stand beside me, arms crossed. "You feel it too, don't you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the table. I nodded, already knowing what he meant. "I do." "It's not over yet," Kaelan muttered, more to himself than to me. "I fear something worse than the war is about to happen," I said. "I can feel it in the powers that move through my blood, Kaelan. It is far from over." There was no way for me to explain this heavy dread that has settled i

SERAPHINA POVI walked into the grand hall, my heart swelling at the sight before me. The room was alive with celebration, adorned with banners of deep blue and gold that danced in the flickering candlelight. Long tables overflowed with a sumptuous feast: succulent roasted meats, vibrant spiced vegetables, and fragrant pastries drizzled with honey, their sweetness promising delight.The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and music, but it was underscored by a weight of remembrance. At the end of the hall, the king sat on his throne, his presence commanding silence as he surveyed the gathered crowd. And beside the king sat Rion. Dressed in a tailored tunic of deep blue, the fabric shimmered subtly under the candlelight, emphasizing the strength of his build. Gold embroidery traced intricate patterns along the edges, glinting like sunlight against the dark fabric, symbolizing both royalty and valor. His dark hair wa

SERAPHINA POV I was back at that ancient place, with the ancient woman, but it was a different scene this time. A different man. His face, his aura, strangely familiar, though I'd never laid eyes on him before. The both of them were making love in a room that seemed straight out of a fairytale. So softly, so tender, that I felt a lump in my throat. The entire scene felt familiar, yet I'd never seen these people, never been in this place before. And once again, it felt like a memory, not a dream. I gasped, returning to my body. I was on the ground, someone's arms tight around me, his face buried in my hair. Aric. He was trembling. "Aric," I whispered. He pulled away from my hair and cupped my face in my face, his hands shaking. His eyes moved around my face, searching. "I'm fine," I said to him. He buried his face in my hair again, rocking me as his tremble subdued. "Gods, Seraphina," he b