All Chapters of Rise of Forsaken Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“How long have you known?”My voice broke through the smothering quiet like a dagger, piercing and demanding. The cursed mark on my arm pulsed, burning hotter with each passing second, fueled by betrayal and unresolved fury.Dax stiffened, his amber eyes narrowing, though pain flickered beneath his hardened expression. Sebastian’s face remained cold, unreadable—but his clenched fists spoke volumes.“Zaia—” Dax started, but I took a step forward, silver-crimson flames sparking dangerously at my fingertips.“Don’t lie to me.” My voice trembled, both fierce and broken. “How long have you known about the prophecy? About me?”Sebastian exhaled, gaze steady but darkened with guilt. “Since the night you were born.”The earth seemed to move under me, memory pieces dissolving quicker than I could comprehend. Their faces blurred—the past and present meeting with fierce intensity.“The Crescent Moon elders swore an oath to hide the truth.” His voice was low but forceful, tinged with hatred

"Get up, Zaia. We still have work to do.Dax's voice sliced through Cassandra's stifling hold of black magic, harsh and raspy with desperation and anger. Enchanting chains clinking about him as he battled the rune-forged bindings could be heard.I opened my eyes, struggling to breathe as cold steel bit my wrists, burning with black rune suppression of my strength.Sebastian struggled at his restraints, blood running down his wrists from jagged cuffs, his icy-blue eyes blazing with hardly contained wrath."She won't win. His voice was dead calm, vicious and definite."The room doors creaked open, and Cassandra's warped enforcer entered—the Chain Master, a huge man wearing heavy metal armor, his face covered beneath a nasty, rune-marked helmet.His battered gauntlets set off the runic chains burning hotter across our flesh."Struggles all you want," he growled, voice like ground stone. Now you are part of the Shadow Mother.Pain tore over my cursed mark, its strength quelled but yet bla

Show you are deserving of survival.Cassandra swung her cursed hand, sending twisted strands of darkness spiraling towards us. Her voice crackled with terrible power, her emerald-green eyes glowed.Dax screamed, lunging forward, claws blazing with terrible fury slicing across the closest shadow-forged fighters.Sebastian's sword shone, cutting lethal arcs across the magical cords, his icy-blue eyes ablaze with deliberate intent.I flung my palms forward, silver-crimson flames blazing through the darkness just long enough to drive Cassandra back.But her laughter rang, frigid and uncompromising."Is that everything? “She grimaced. "You will need far more than regret and anger to stop me."With every rush of black power, the cursed mark on my arm blazed, its twisted energy dragging at my soul scorching brighter.Dax hissed, black ichor flowing from his claws sharp, his amber eyes ferocious. You are stronger than her. "Do not give in."Sebastian's voice piercing and forceful sliced throu

Sebastian's sword pierced through the charmed guards with accuracy, steel meeting magic under his icy-blue eye."We end this—now." His voice sounded like steel, cold and firm.Cassandra chuckled, black power vibrating across the cursed battleground as more lethal, limitless warriors emerged.She moved closer, black power throbbing in time with the cursed mark on my arm, you squandering your might."We both know how this ends," Her voice softened and became really subtly seductive."Surrender," her eyes blazed with twisted fervent fury. Come with me and rescue them.Though my chest clenched, I kept her eye and refused to allow uncertainty seep in."You don't know what mercy is; you cannot offer it."Her grin became twisted, harsh and nasty. "Mercy is not free."Dark tendrils burst before I could reply, tying my wrists with scorching symbols and pushing me backwards.Sebastian yelled, pushing forward, but Cassandra snapped her fingers, sending one terrible wave of shadow energy straight

But her focus never wavered; it stayed on me.The cursed brand burned hotter, silver-crimson fire raging through my veins as old run-through dirt flared alive.Memory shards tearing at my mind—names, faces, betrayals—fates long deleted—whispers of lost power rang over the cursed clearing."They tried to bury your legacy," Cassandra said in a low, menacing, dark triumphant voice. But you were supposed to climb constantly. as the last Luna among the Forgotten.Visions shot suddenly, dragging me back into a broken recollection.I came to a chilly stone-carved lost temple with faint antique writings.A fractured pack chased, decimated, then deserted.A lady stood by herself, fire and darkness defining her, her eyes flashing with wild power—my ancestor." Blood calls to blood."The prophetic words seared, carved in my head.I growled, flames blazing in rebellion against the pull of the curse not under control.Cassandra turned her back on him. "You still believe that? Her black fire burst