All Chapters of The Luna’s Deadly Game: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RAPHAELI followed the healers as they carefully carried Lyra away, their faces serious and focused. Why the hell was I feeling like this? She wasn’t even supposed to matter. But watching her like that… it didn’t sit right with me.When we reached the healer’s chamber, they moved with practiced precision, setting Lyra down on a soft cot. My footsteps echoed in the room as I stood at the doorway, watching them work. Every second felt like an eternity."How is she?" I demanded, my voice harder than I intended.One of the healers, a middle-aged man with sharp, focused eyes, looked up at me briefly before continuing his work. "Her condition is critical but stable, Your Majesty. We’re doing everything we can.""That’s not an answer," I snapped, stepping closer. "Will she recover?""She’ll need time," he replied calmly, as if he wasn’t standing in front of his king. "We’ve stabilized her for now, but the effects of whatever she ingested are still present. We need to cleanse her system."I

RAPHAELAs soon as Lyra left me, I began making my way down the corridor, my mind running through everything the healers had said. She’d healed too quickly. It didn’t sit right with me. I’d make sure to confront Darius about Esmeralda later.Just as I turned the corner, there he was—Darius, leaning casually against the wall, a smirk already tugging at his lips.“Ah, Raphael,” Darius said, pushing off the wall with an exaggerated stretch. “So now that your girlfriend is fine, I take it you’ll be okay too, huh?”I shot him a glare. “She’s not my girlfriend, Darius.”Darius raised a brow, his smirk growing wider. “Oh? Really? Because with the way you’ve been hovering over her like a worried mother hen, one would think she’s your wife.”I clenched my jaw. The way he teased me was as irritating as it was childish. “I beg to differ. She’s not my wife, and I was simply making sure she recovered for the next round.”“Sure, sure,” Darius laughed, nudging my shoulder playfully. “Keep telling yo

CHAPTER 45LYRAMirena was relentless, her attacks coming faster and faster, pushing me to the edge of the arena. “You can’t dodge forever, Lyra!” she yelled, her voice filled with frustration.Just as I dodged another fireball, I felt something strange. A surge of energy, building in my chest, spreading through my body. It felt... powerful. Foreign. But familiar at the same time.I didn’t have time to question it. As another blast of fire came toward me, I threw my hands up instinctively, and to my shock, a barrier of light exploded from my palms, blocking the fire in mid-air. The flames crashed against the barrier, dissipating into sparks.Mirena froze, her eyes wide in surprise. “What... what was that?”I stared at my hands, just as shocked as she was. “I... I don’t know.”Mirena’s surprise quickly turned to anger. “You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?” She raised her hands, preparing an even more powerful attack. “Let’s see how long that shield lasts!”She unleashed a torrent of

CHAPTER 47RAPHAEL I sat back in my chair, fingers steepled as I thought about Lyra. She was... impressive, to say the least. The way she fought earlier, dodging Mirena’s attacks with an agility she shouldn’t have had—especially after what happened before. She had healed faster than humanly possible. My eyes narrowed as I mulled over the possibilities. The healers had said she would need days, not hours, to recover fully.I leaned forward and summoned the maid who was standing by, wiping down a nearby shelf. “Get me the book on werewolves from the restricted section,” I said, my voice firm.The maid froze in place, clearly startled by the sudden request. She quickly nodded, almost knocking over the rag in her hand as she stuttered, “Y-yes, Your Majesty.” Without another word, she scurried off, practically tripping over her own feet in her rush to obey.I sighed, leaning back in my chair. If I didn’t know better, I would say her quick recovery was aided by something more than just wi

CHAPTER 49LYRAThe black maze loomed ahead of us, Darius led the way, his voice stern as he addressed us.“This is the Maze of Illusions,” Darius said, his eyes scanning each of us. “It’s far worse than what you’ve faced before. You’ll be confronted with your worst fears. Stay too long in the illusion, and you won’t be able to tell it from reality. And if you lose yourself… you die.”A heavy silence fell over the group. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I glanced at Esmeralda, who looked pale. We were splitting up, each of us forced to face the maze alone.I hurried over to her before we entered. “Esme, whatever happens… please don’t die,” I said, my voice shaking. “Remember Darius, remember all of us. Don’t let the maze trick you.”Esmeralda’s eyes softened, but there was fear in them. “You too, Lyra.” She squeezed my hand briefly, and then she was gone, stepping into her entrance.I turned to mine, swallowing hard. As soon as I entered the maze, the air shifted, growing colde