Semua Bab Moonbound desire : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The night stretched before them like an endless void, dark and suffocating. Selene’s breath came in shallow gasps, the cold air biting at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside her. The magic, that raw, ancient power, surged through her veins, hot and wild. She couldn’t control it anymore—not fully. It pulsed like a second heartbeat, a constant reminder of the price she was paying for the strength it granted her.They had been traveling for hours, moving under the cover of darkness, but even that felt like an illusion. The storm had passed, but a heavier, more oppressive silence had fallen over the land. Cassian had been scouting ahead, his sharp eyes catching every flicker of movement in the distance, but Selene knew it was only a matter of time before they were hunted again.“You need to rest,” Ronan said, his voice rough and strained, but there was no mistaking the concern in it. He’d been pushing himself just as hard as she had, despite his injury, despite everyt

The air grew thick with dark energy as the temple’s stone walls trembled, groaning beneath the weight of the entity’s presence. It had awoken, and now, it was free—free to move, to twist, to reach out. The faint sound of a distant whisper crawled beneath Selene’s skin, and she could feel it trying to take hold of her, pull her into its depths. Her magic hummed uneasily, its connection to the entity undeniable. It wasn’t just inside her—it was her.“Selene.” Ronan’s voice cut through the chaos, his hand tight on her arm as he pulled her away from the center of the temple, where the entity’s presence was strongest. His face was pale, his jaw clenched with the force of his determination, but there was something else—something vulnerable behind his eyes. He could feel it too. The threat that loomed over them was suffocating.“I can feel it,” Selene murmured, her voice strained. The power surging within her was becoming harder to control, and it wasn’t hers alone. It was the entity’s, twis

Her body felt different—alive with a strange, searing energy that thrummed beneath her skin, as though every nerve was lit by fire. The aftermath of the Binding Ritual had left its mark on her, but not in ways she had anticipated. She could feel it in her bones—the power that was once hers alone had become something else, something darker, and more ancient. The shadows she had once controlled now whispered to her in a language she couldn’t understand.She opened her eyes, but the world around her was blurred. The familiar faces of Ronan, Cassian, and the others were hazy, like they were far away, separated by an invisible barrier. Her heart pounded, and for a brief moment, she wondered if it had all been a dream. The ritual. The fire. The overwhelming power that had surged through her.“Selene,” a voice cut through the fog, rough with concern. It was Ronan.Her head snapped in his direction, and his figure slowly came into focus. He was kneeling beside her, his face pale, his eyes wid

The wind howled through the barren landscape, a cruel reminder that even in the midst of all this chaos, nature remained indifferent. Selene’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she struggled to keep her footing. The weight of her magic pressed down on her chest, a suffocating force that she couldn’t escape. Every step felt like it could be her last, every pulse of power, like a silent countdown to a final reckoning.Her fingers trembled as she reached for Ronan’s hand, her vision blurred from the exhaustion that was quickly consuming her. She could feel him beside her, a steady presence in a world that felt anything but. But even his strength couldn’t stop the storm that was brewing inside her. The fire in her veins, the force of the magic she had unleashed—it had changed her, and now, it threatened to undo everything she had fought for.“Selene, we need to rest,” Ronan’s voice was strained, his usual strength wavering under the weight of his own injuries.“I can’t,” she whispered

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the ruins of the old temple. It had been hours since the battle ended, but Selene still couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was coming. The wind whispered through the trees like a voice calling from a distant past, and the air crackled with the remnants of dark magic.Selene stood at the edge of the temple, her hand clutching Ronan’s, her heart racing. The flickering embers of the fire they’d started earlier had burned down to mere cinders. Around them, the once-sacred place had become a battlefield, stained with blood and broken dreams. Cassian was off to the side, his gaze fixed on something in the distance, the lines of tension in his shoulders clear. His instincts were on edge—something wasn’t right.“We should’ve left hours ago,” Ronan muttered, his voice hoarse as he leaned against her for support. His wound had healed, but his body still bore the marks of their struggle. Despite his resilience, he looked worn