All Chapters of His Fanged Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Emma.Dust and debris rained down around us as chaos erupted. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of dark figures dropping from above – Ben's private security team, armed with something that made the air crackle with energy. The "original family" members hadn't expected this, their perfect composure finally cracking."Now!" Tara shouted from somewhere behind me. The house's emergency sprinkler system activated, but instead of water, a fine purple mist filled the air. I recognized the mixture – Cassidy's special blend of herbs and mountain ash, weaponized into an aerosol form.The man in the business suit snarled, his human facade slipping to reveal something ancient and terrible beneath. "You dare—""Oh, we dare," my mother cut in, stepping forward with a confidence I'd never seen before. She pulled an antique locket from beneath her shirt – my grandmother's locket, the one she'd never let me touch. "Did you really think Richard was the only one preparing for this day?"The taller wom

Emma.The training room echoed with the rhythmic thuds of combat. I stood on the observation deck, arms resting on the railing as I watched my mother take down three seasoned fighters without breaking a sweat. Her movements were a symphony of precision and efficiency, blending the ferocity of a predator with the elegance of a dancer. This wasn’t the same woman who once scolded me for tracking mud onto the carpet or fussed over chipped nail polish.Cassidy’s voice broke through my thoughts as she joined me at the window. "Still think she was just a socialite?" she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Her recovery from recent events was slow but noticeable—some of her old spark was returning."I don’t know what to think anymore," I admitted, shifting Violet on my hip. My daughter’s wide eyes were glued to the scene below, her tiny hands clutching the edge of my shirt. "It’s like I’m meeting her for the first time. Like the person she used to be was just… a mask."Cassidy hummed tho

Emma. Time seemed to slow as the first wave hit our defenses. Through the compound's windows, I watched reality bend and twist – the original families weren't just attacking our barriers, they were warping the very fabric of space around us. "Everyone in position!" Derek's voice carried through the chaos, steady and commanding. Our defenders moved with practiced precision, taking up their assigned posts. Months of preparation were finally being put to the test. "The Seals," Marcus urged, his face drawn with tension. "We need to link them. Now." Mom was already moving, her blue-glowing pendant harmonizing with Marcus's amber one. The resonance between them made my teeth ache. "Emma." Tara's voice crackled through our backup radio system. "We've got multiple breaches forming. They're... they're not just breaking through the wards. They're changing the rules of what's possible." A crash from above made us all look up. Through the skylight, I could see them – figures that seemed to s

Emma.The chamber filled with blinding light as the Seals' power reached its zenith. Through squinted eyes, I watched the original family members' forms begin to dissolve like smoke in strong wind. But instead of the violent end they'd feared, something unexpected happened."They're... transforming," Marcus breathed, his voice heavy with wonder.Indeed, as their artificial power stripped away, something else emerged – their true forms, not the twisted parasitic shapes we'd glimpsed before, but something almost human. They were becoming what they perhaps should have been all along: just another part of the supernatural world, not its masters."Well, that's anticlimactic," Tara muttered, though her voice shook slightly. "All this time, they were just... people? Super-powered, definitely needs-therapy people, but still?""Sometimes the scariest monsters are just scared themselves," Mom said softly, her Seal's light beginning to dim as the transformation completed.The female figure – now

Emma.Another crash echoed through the compound, this time followed by what sounded suspiciously like a choir of stuffed animals attempting to sing."Okay, that's new," Derek muttered, already heading for the door. "I should probably...""Go," I nodded, trying not to smile. "Make sure our daughter hasn't created a toy musical revolution."As he left, Sara appeared in the doorway, looking slightly frazzled – a far cry from her former regal bearing as an original family member. "I'm sorry," she said, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "She's... quite creative with her abilities.""That's one way to put it," Tara snorted, not looking up from her computer. "Another way would be 'delightfully chaotic.'""Actually," Sara said, stepping fully into the library, "I wanted to talk to you about that, Emma. The way Violet's powers are manifesting – it's fascinating. There's no pattern to it, no limitations. She simply... creates.""Because she doesn't know there should be limitati