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

ValkyrieElyra grinned through bloodstained teeth, panting yet victorious. Her laughter was hoarse, ragged—but triumphant.“You think you’ve won?” she rasped, her voice laced with venom. “You’ve only played into my hands.”Pain lanced through my chest.I gasped as an unseen force clamped around my heart, searing it with unbearable heat. My breath hitched, my limbs locked.A dark sigil flared against my ribs, its sinister energy sinking into my flesh like barbed hooks. It wasn’t just a curse—it was a brand, a shackle binding my soul.“No—” I choked out, fingers clutching at my chest, but there was nothing to tear away, nothing to fight.“Princess!” A voice cut through the chaos—distant, desperate. One of the Nymari warriors, calling my name.My vision blurred, the world tilting as consciousness wavered.“Idiot!” Elyra spat, her fingers curling into a clawed grip. The more she tightened, the deeper the curse rooted itself in me.A sickly darkness slithered from the sigil, spreading like

ValkyrieI gasped, stumbling as raw magic tore through my veins, searing like liquid fire. The sigil on my chest pulsed—blazing, branding me from the inside out. Around me, the void twisted, shadows writhing like living creatures, whispering, reaching."Moon Goddess…" My breath hitched, ragged and uneven as I fought to steady myself."Help us."The voice was a whisper. No—a plea.I stiffened. “What… what was that?”Distant cries echoed—raw, broken, desperate.I turned toward the mound of skulls ahead, their hollow sockets staring back. A shudder ran through me. Were they… weeping? Begging to be freed? To finally rest?I swallowed hard. “No…”What could I possibly do? I could barely stand. Barely breathe. How could I save them when I had nothing left?A slow, mocking clap shattered the silence.“Well, well… how amusing.”Elyra emerged from the darkness, her violet eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “You truly believe you can undo what has already been written?” She tilted her head, lip

The world shattered in a burst of searing white light. A soundless explosion erupted from my chest, rippling through the battlefield like a tidal wave of raw magic. It tore through the air, through the darkness coiled around Ragnor, through the very bones of the earth. And Ragnor screamed. A terrible, soul-wrenching cry, half agony, half something else—something breaking. His body arched, claws retracting as the monstrous black magic tangled around him fought back. Elyra’s hold. I watched, frozen, as his limbs spasmed, his form flickering between man and beast, shadows writhing against the force of the breaking curse. His eyes—oh gods, his eyes—were no longer just black voids. A storm raged within them, fighting for dominance. Ragnor was fighting. Come back to me. The sigil had shattered. I had surrendered. Now, there was only one thing left to do. I reached up, cupping his face in both hands, ignoring the tremors wracking his body. His fangs were still bared,

Valkyrie“It’s the Nymari, Ragnor. There’s no need to be on alert,” I said, my voice steady yet gentle as I took in the figures under the moonlight.The darkness had played tricks on my eyes, making them seem more ominous at first. But now, as the silvery glow illuminated them, I recognized the intricate embroidery on their robes, the subtle shimmer of their insignia—the Nymari troops, our once-estranged allies.“They're our friends,” I assured him, my fingers brushing against his tense arm.Ragnor remained rigid for a moment longer, his narrowed eyes scanning the silent warriors before us. His grip on me loosened slightly but didn’t fall away completely, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.“It’s okay, honey,” I reassured him gently, glancing at Dwayne, who gave us a firm, reassuring nod. “They fought alongside us against Elyra. There’s no need to be on guard. They’re not a threat.”Ragnor didn’t relax. His arm remained tense, his grip unwavering. His piercing gaze flickered over

ValkyrieThe moment Ragnor and I stepped into our chambers, the warmth I had felt on the journey home began to fade. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows along the stone walls, and the silence between us felt heavier than before.I clenched my fingers at my sides, willing them to stop trembling. The walls of the Blue Fire Pack had always felt like a fortress—cold, unyielding. But tonight, they pressed in around me, suffocating me with ghosts of the past.The vial.I could still feel its smooth glass against my palm, as if it had burned its betrayal into my skin.The Luna Dowager had given it to me before the battle. A potion, she had claimed—one that could hold back time itself. A rare, powerful elixir meant to grant me an advantage in the fight ahead.But the truth?It was nothing more than a mixture of common herbs—harmless, ineffective, and utterly useless. No magic. No hidden power. No divine intervention woven into its contents.She had lied.A slow, sickening realizatio