All Chapters of THE LUNA’S ASCENSION: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The tremor beneath my feet had barely subsided when the air around us grew thick with an unnatural stillness. The forest, moments ago filled with rustling leaves and distant howls, now stood frozen, as if every living thing had paused, waiting. A chill crept along my spine, and I knew—something ancient was stirring. A shadow flickered at the edge of my vision, swirling like smoke caught in the wind. Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged. Not fully formed, not wolf nor man, but something between—a manifestation of raw power, shimmering with the light of the moon and the weight of the stars. The deity. Or what was left of it? My wolves instinctively shifted closer, forming a protective circle around me. Lyra bared her teeth, and Elias’s hand hovered near the hilt of his dagger. But I held up a hand. This was not a threat we could fight with claws and steel. “Seraphina Nightshade.” The figure’s voice echoed with a resonance that seemed to vibrate in my bones, ancient and unyie

The walls groaned as the ancient chamber collapsed around us, stones cracking under the weight of magic unraveling from centuries-old bindings. Draven’s cold smile lingered in the flickering light, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. The ground beneath my feet trembled again, and I could hear Lyra shouting over the chaos. “Move! We need to get out of here!” I didn’t need her to tell me twice. Grabbing Elias by the arm, I sprinted for the entrance, feeling the magic coil tighter, ready to snap at any moment. Draven’s laughter echoed behind us, haunting and smug. We escaped with a breath, the ceiling collapsing just as we cleared the doorway. The fresh air hit me like a slap, but there was no relief. My mind spun with the implications of what we had uncovered—the curse could not be broken without being transferred. Someone had to take it. If not my pack, then another. It was a choice I wasn’t ready to make. As we reached the outskirts of the ruins, the tension in our small group

The darkness pressed in from all sides, and the only sound was our ragged breathing as Elias and I tried to shake off the pain from the fall. The chamber was ancient, radiating a power that felt cold and unfamiliar—like something that had been waiting for centuries to be disturbed. My instincts screamed that we weren’t alone. “Stay alert,” Elias muttered, his voice tight with pain. He pressed a hand to his injured shoulder, but his eyes stayed sharp. "Something’s down here." I pulled myself to my feet, forcing the ache in my leg to the back of my mind. We had passed the deity’s trials—barely—but this was far from over. Shadows flickered in the dim light, and the air carried a strange, metallic tang that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Then, from the darkness, a familiar figure stepped into view. "Lyra," I whispered, my heart pounding. She stood at the edge of the chamber, her silver hair catching the faint glow of ancient runes etched into the walls. Her e

The chamber shuddered with the remnants of the deity’s presence, its magic retreating into the walls as if satisfied with my resolve. The figure dissolved, leaving behind silence—but not peace. Something had shifted in the air, a warning unspoken but undeniable. We had passed the trial, but the war was far from over. Elias stepped closer, his sword still in hand, eyes scanning the room for any lingering threat. "Do you feel that?" I nodded, my senses sharp. A pulse of energy radiated through the stone walls, distant but growing—like the heartbeat of a storm about to break. It was a warning. Something was coming. Something desperate. "Draven knows we’re close," I murmured. "He won’t wait much longer." Elias tightened his grip on his weapon. "Then we need to move. Now." We emerged from the hidden chamber into the open night, the cold air biting against my skin. The moon hung low on the horizon, casting an eerie silver glow over Silverclaw, but the forest felt... wrong. The usu

"Lydia..." My voice cracked, disbelief and betrayal warring within me as my mother—the woman I thought dead for years—stood before me, bathed in the malevolent glow of the rift. Her presence twisted everything I knew about the prophecy, and the realization weighed heavy in my chest like stone. She took a step closer, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. The deity’s essence pulsed through her just as it did in me, a connection I hadn’t noticed until now. "You understand now, don’t you, Seraphina?" Lydia’s voice was soft but heavy with meaning. "There is only one way to end this." I knew exactly what she meant—and it felt like the ground beneath me was falling away. The prophecy’s final act required a sacrifice—a life for balance, a choice that would determine the fate of everything. And the look in her eyes made it painfully clear who that sacrifice had to be. Elias appeared at my side, his expression grim and wary. "Seraphina... what’s happening?" I barely heard him