Lahat ng Kabanata ng LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Dax POVThe beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walking blasphemy born from some unholy crucible.I ran before my mind could argue, my boots pounding the earth, each step jarring my poisoned lung. The beast’s stench hit me first—a rancid mix of rot and molten metal that clawed at my throat. My sword was already in hand, the worn leather grip slick w

Riven’s POV The firelight painted the camp in red and gold. From the tree line, hidden among old pines, I watched the men gather shoulder to shoulder. They laughed, shouted, and knocked tankards together. The air smelled of cheap wine, sweat, and smoke. It felt tense—like something ready to explode.Keira stood in the middle.She held her shoulders straight and her chin up, but I could see the tightness in her jaw and the way her hands twitched. Nylo, her small fierce dog, stayed close to her heels, tail stiff and eyes bright. Vera and Thea stood by her, solid and dangerous. But even they could not hide her from the hundreds of eyes watching. The crowd looked hungry, curious, cruel.Kaden stood at the center. He lifted a hand, and the noise stopped as if someone had put a lid over it. He looked calm and heavy, like a statue. Behind him was Gavin, smiling like a fox, sure he had already won. Seeing Gavin made a hard, cold thing twist in my gut.I gripped my sword so tight my hand ache

Riven POVThe road lay white and long beneath the noon sun, a pale ribbon cutting through low scrub and broken trees. Dust rose behind the convoy in slow, angry clouds. From the ridge, I watched them move: wagons creaking, men shifting on their mounts, the way Keira rode with a slim, guarded steadiness that made my teeth ache.Vayrek crouched beside me, cloak drawn tight, eyes like cold stone. “You’ll jump at the wrong moment,” he said, as if warning me from habit rather than care.“If I wait until the wrong moment, she dies,” I said.He considered that. “So you’ll throw yourself at a crowd.”“I’ll throw myself at the ones who matter.” My voice tasted of old iron and something like promise.We dropped down from the ridge in the heat, the beast beneath me moving slow so as not to kick up suspicion. Below, the convoy wound between low rock faces that would make a thief’s back the perfect place to hide. I’d watched the road for hours, learning its dips and shadows like a prayer. The pass

Proof & Threads POV: DaxThe safehouse smelled of damp wood and stale ash, its walls groaning under the weight of too many secrets. Aya and I stumbled through the door, our boots heavy with mud, our bodies heavier with exhaustion. The wrapped shard hung in a leather pouch at my hip, its weight a constant reminder of the thing we’d stolen, or saved, from Hollow Oak. My hands still shook from the ride, from the memory of firelight glinting off charred ledger pages, a carved sigil, a scrap of parchment with Gavin’s name scrawled in hasty ink. Aya’s face was pale, her eyes sharp but shadowed, like she hadn’t slept in days. Neither of us had.“Set it there,” Aya said, pointing to the scarred oak table in the center of the room. Her voice was clipped, practical, but I caught the tremor beneath it. She dropped her pack, the thud echoing in the cramped space. “We need to catalogue everything before we lose our nerve.”I nodded, unshouldering my own bag and pulling out the evidence we’d sca

Bitter Allies POV: KeiraThe convoy rolled through the dusk, a jagged line of wagons and men trudging through the muck of the eastern pass. The air was thick with the smell of damp leather and horses, the low hum of unease threading through Kaden’s men. Their whispers carried on the wind, talk of the pass ahead, of ambushes, of me. My boots sank into the mud as I walked, Nylo at my heels, his ears pricked, sensing the tension I couldn’t shake. Exhaustion clawed at me, my limbs heavy from the trial at the camp, from the fire I’d bent before their eyes. But there was no rest here, not with Kaden’s battle order looming like a storm cloud. I squared my shoulders, forcing practicality over the ache. The next test was coming, and I’d meet it standing.The men avoided my gaze, some crossing themselves, others gripping their weapons tighter as I passed. I was their weapon now, their spectacle, and the weight of it pressed harder than the mud beneath my feet. Vera and Thea walked close,