All Chapters of Echoes of the moon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 — Aria's POV Everything stopped.The chaos of battle, the screams, the explosions — it all faded to white noise as I stared at Kane's broken body. Black energy pulsed from the wound in his chest, eating through him like acid. Each tendril of darkness left decay in its wake, turning his skin ashen gray.“No, no, no,” I chanted, my hands hovering over him uselessly. Power surged beneath my skin, all four of my supernatural sides responding to my distress.“Let us help,” Nyx materialized beside me, my vampire side's presence cold and deadly. Her usually controlled demeanor cracked with desperation. “Our blood can heal.”“The pack's defenses are failing,” Vesper growled, my wolf pacing in agitated circles around us. Through her eyes, I saw Azrael's forces pressing harder against our weakening barriers. “But he comes first. Always first.”“His soul is slipping between realms,” Astra's voice shook, my witch's power reaching for Kane with spectral hands. “The weapon was designed

Chapter 63 — Aria's POVI woke up feeling like my skin was trying to rearrange itself. The silvery curse mark were literally moving, shifting patterns under my skin like living tattoos. In the mirror, they formed intricate designs that seemed to tell stories — ancient battles, forgotten magics, secrets written in a language that hurt my eyes to look at.“Stop poking them,” Kane said from the doorway of our training room. His marks resonated with mine, creating weird light shows between us whenever we got close. “We've got work to do.”Right. Training. Because apparently having ancient curse marks, merged supernatural aspects, and whatever the hell happened yesterday wasn't complicated enough. The prophecy chamber's walls were still glowing, and random objects around the territory kept spontaneously developing magical properties. Fun times.I stood up from the training mat, trying to ignore how the room's shadows seemed to lean toward me. That was new. Like having a bunch of eager pupp

Chapter 65 — Aria's POV Cold. That was my first coherent thought. Bone-deep, cold that made even my vampire side shiver.I forced my eyes open. Bad idea. The cell walls were covered in corrupted curse marks, their dark energy making my silver scars burn. The marks formed intricate containment patterns I'd never seen before — clearly designed specifically for me.“Finally awake.” Azrael's voice made my skin crawl. He stood outside my cell, studying me like a fascinating lab specimen. “Your new evolution is quite remarkable.”I tried to call my power. Nothing. The corrupted marks pulsed, actively suppressing my abilities. Even worse, I couldn't feel Kane or Zane at all. The bonds were completely blocked.“The containment arrays were designed based on your latest transformation,” Azrael explained, gesturing to the marks. “Vivian's intelligence was quite helpful.”Speaking of my least favorite psychopath, Vivian emerged from the shadows. Her marks had changed, corrupted into something th

Chapter 67 — Aria's POV Everything hurts.Not the normal kind of hurt, either – the kind that comes after training too hard or taking a beating in a fight. This was different. Deeper. Like every cell in my body had been ripped apart and stitched back together wrong.I woke up to the cold floor. Harsh lighting watered my eyes, trying to focus them on the room. My whole body felt like it had gone through a meat grinder, getting run over by a truck, and thrown off a cliff-just to make sure.The opalescent scars covering my skin flickered weakly, like dying Christmas lights. Every pulse sent little waves of exhaustion through me. Whatever that transformation in the extraction chamber had done to me, it had definitely taken its toll. I could barely lift my head without the room spinning.“Way to go, Aria,” I muttered to myself. “Really nailed that whole 'transcendent power' thing.”I tried to push myself up, and that went worse. My arms shook all over the place, as if I'd done a thousand

Chapter 69 — Aria's POV “Come on,” I muttered, staring at my reflection in the white wall. “Someone answer me.”Nothing. No wolf growling at the edges of my mind, no vampire strength humming under my skin, no witch power tingling in my fingertips, no demon fire burning in my core. Just silence where my aspects used to be.The emptiness hurt worse than any physical pain, like losing a limb or five.Mom's head rested in my lap, her breathing shallow and irregular. The corruption marks had spread further in the past few hours, turning more of her silver scars that sickly black color. Dark veins spread from each corrupted mark like poison through her system. Time was running out.“Please,” I tried again, reaching for that place inside where my aspects lived. The hollow space where they should be. “I need you. She needs you.”Silence answered. Again.I'd been trying for hours. Days, maybe. Hard to tell in this stupid white box with its endless artificial light and sterile walls. Every tim