All Chapters of The Ex-Luna's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

/Alora/In the face of smoke and the stench of blood, which I could swear filled the air, it was not chaos that deprived my lungs of oxygen. That was due to Patrick's disappearance. My brother. My flesh and blood. Taken.The big table in front of me had Night Terror territories pinned to it, as well as little tokens denoting the whereabouts of Lucius' armies. I could not concentrate on it. My thoughts were more focused on Patrick's fearful facial expression as Lucius drew him back--it was desperation and a plea for my rescue."Alora." His voice was forceful, yet he talked softly, so I concentrated on him, Randall. His emerald eyes were filled with worry, yet his body was relaxed. "You need to focus.""I am focused," I said, pausing in my tracks. My hands trembled at my side, and I focused my gaze on him. My brother is out there, under the control of a cruel monster and his witch.She stated, "You think I don't know that?" Randall scowled and moved forward. "We are all trying to find

/Alora/The camp was quiet and in a sad mood. The only sounds were the fire crackling and the lone wolf howling in the mountains far away. Randall walked uncomfortably by the fire, and his shoulders tensed up from time to time. His eyes were narrowed and focused as he looked at the people around him. He didn't have to say anything to be understood; his actions spoke for itself. I stood next to him with my arms folded. My heart was beating like crazy as I tried to stay quiet. Lucius and Allison held Patrick captive, and the longer we stood there, the more I felt like I was betraying the newfound brotherly bond I didn't know I had.Randall said in a frightening whisper, "We need a plan." "A good one unlike the one Nia suggested." Not a wild charge that will make us kill more of us like times past.” He took a look at all the faces before him. Ethan never conveyed much emotions, so he just nodded his head. Practical as ever Celia snapped her fingers, her eyes focused on a point above th

/Alora/As we got closer to the fortress, my fears started to get the best of me again. There was dark magic there; it was strong, heavy, and suffocating. Every step was harder and took longer, like the ground below us was pulling us back and not letting us move forward. Randall was with me, and even though he seemed sure of himself, he wasn't really at ease. His hand briefly touched mine as a promise: I'm here."I thought only sewers did that," Ethan said as he looked around at how the forest was getting darker and darker as if it were going to swallow us up. He held on to his gun very tightly. "We couldn't get out of there without getting hurt, either by drugs, weapons, or people."“There’s Patrick,” I said, suddenly more defensive than I should have been. I will not leave this place without him, that's for sure.From behind us, Nia stopped for a moment before she said anything. ‘The wards are at their best around the dungeon,’ she whispered, her voice lower than usual. ‘If we are

/Alora/There was little air in the stronghold's passageways; the smell was of wet stones and despair. Light pierced through the candles placed in the walls, while our heels and toes pounded slowly and constantly. The pounding rhythm in my chest drew me closer to Patrick, my brother.The room grew quiet, and Randall's voice sounded keen as a blade. "Stay close." According to Seraphine, this cell lies at the end of the passageway. I believe we don't know what traps Lucius has laid yet.I held my grip on the dagger, solid and unshaken. The cold metal feeling I experienced was an extension of what I was about to accomplish. Patrick was here. I could feel it. The thin thread of our bond that we had ignored for years because of everything we had gone through strained within me.Nia stopped behind me, her expression filled with terror. They then heard her mutter, "There is a guard station up ahead.". "The guards are well armed. They'll raise an alert if we"—."Then we'll take them out qui

/Alora/It got very quiet as I walked into the main hall, and I could tell that everyone was looking at me. It was like anxiety crackled around them. Patrick looked very pale and thin as he sat next to the fireplace. Although he used to look very sure of himself, now he looked in a way that made me feel sick to my stomach: he looked scared.“How is he?” When I was close to her, I told her, "So far so good." Professional hands were on him, and he rubbed some medicine into Patrick's red wrists. They were magic and took away not only his strength but also what it means to be a man.After a long night of work, the young woman sitting in front of Kayla looked tired. I noticed that he needs time to heal from his loss.Oh, Lucius's wards did more damage than any other I've seen. They look like they were made to take his life.Patrick moved awkwardly and then opened his eyes. He glanced in my direction, and for a second I thought I was wrong, but I saw a flash of relief in his eyes. “Alora,”