All Chapters of THE LUNA’S ASCENSION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The world narrowed to a single heartbeat. Mine. It pounded in my chest, loud and insistent, as if it knew this moment would decide everything. Around me, the battle raged—screams, the clash of magic, the crackling destruction tearing the earth apart—but it all faded, distant and unimportant. All that remained was the voice of the deity, its dark, seductive whisper echoing in my mind.“Choose, Seraphina."My knees trembled under the weight of it. The gravity of this moment pressed down on me like a vice. The world, or my heart. The entire balance of existence, or the lives of those I cherished. My hands shook, and I clenched them into fists, trying to steady myself, trying to push back the terror that clawed at my mind.I turned, my gaze locking on Draven. His eyes, usually so unreadable, were now filled with a raw mixture of emotions—fear, hope, resignation. His body trembled from exhaustion, the magic he’d been using draining him to his core. But beneath all of it, there was somethin

The figure stepped out of the shadows, every movement deliberate and powerful, exuding a presence that sent a chill down my spine. His face—one I had once trusted—was now a twisted reminder of betrayal. I blinked, trying to shake the disbelief from my mind, but there he was, as real as the shifting reality around us."Elian," I breathed, barely recognizing the name as it left my lips. Elian, the once-trusted ally of our pack, long thought dead, now stood before us, cloaked in the dark energy of this new world. His eyes gleamed with a malevolence that hadn’t been there before, something ancient and hungry behind them.The others tensed around me. I could feel the growing fear and confusion in the air as if the landscape itself fed off our rising dread. Draven stepped forward, his jaw clenched, his body poised to attack, but I put a hand on his arm, holding him back for a moment."What... are you?" I asked, my voice barely steady.Elian’s smirk deepened. "More than you could ever imagin

The air was thick with the weight of betrayal. The assassin's face, once hidden by shadows, was now clear in the dim light—someone I trusted. My heart pounded in disbelief as I stared into the familiar eyes of Mason. His once-loyal gaze had turned cold, a sinister resolve burning behind his stare."Mason..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked with shock. "Why?"He didn’t answer immediately. The battle raged around us, but time seemed to slow as my mind tried to process the impossibility of what I was seeing. This man, who had stood by my side, who had fought with me, was now a dagger pointed at my heart."You don't understand, Seraphina," Mason finally spoke, his voice eerily calm, as if this was all some rational choice. "This world you’re trying to save—it was doomed the moment you made your choice. There’s no going back now."I shook my head, taking a step back, my hands trembling. "You were one of us. You fought with us!"His lip curled into a twisted smile. "I never fought *fo

The ground beneath me trembled violently as the walls of the sanctuary began to crumble. Dust and debris filled the air, and the sinister figure looming before us seemed to revel in the chaos. The emissary’s burning eyes were locked on me, unyielding, as if it knew something I didn’t. But in my hands, I held the Oracle's Eye, still pulsing with the knowledge I had glimpsed moments before. The truth had begun to unravel itself, but it wasn’t complete yet. There were still so many unanswered questions—questions that felt heavier now than the crumbling stones threatening to bury us."Seraphina! We need to move!" Draven shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.I snapped out of my trance just as the sanctuary walls gave a final groan. The roof caved in with a deafening crash, and we barely had time to scramble out of the way, narrowly avoiding being crushed under tons of stone. My heart raced as we dashed through the collapsing ruins, the Oracle’s power still buzzing in my mind like

The sky above us was a swirling mass of black clouds, a reflection of the chaos about to unfold below. The air buzzed with unnatural energy, thick and heavy as if even nature itself was bracing for the coming storm. I stood at the edge of the battlefield, my heart pounding in time with the rhythmic thrum of distant war drums. This was it. The final confrontation.Behind me, my allies gathered, their faces set in grim determination. Draven, Astrid, and Lycus stood closest, each one prepared to lead their factions into the fray. Beyond them, the leaders of the other supernatural factions readied their forces, uneasy yet bound by the same goal—to end the threat of the new enemy and the deity that loomed over us all.I glanced toward the horizon where the enemy’s forces were assembling. Dark figures moved in the distance, their numbers far greater than I had anticipated. My stomach twisted with anxiety, but I pushed the feeling down. I couldn’t afford doubt. Not now."We're ready," Draven