All Chapters of Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Violet.I returned to my room when night had already fully settled over the fortress. The corridors were silent, lit only by spaced torches, and each of my steps echoed as if betraying the secrets I carried in my chest.I closed the door behind me carefully, as if I feared waking someone, or perhaps as if I wanted to keep the world outside, far too distant to reach me.The bathtub was already full when I undressed. Hot water rose in soft vapors, enveloping the room, and I stepped in slowly, letting the warmth embrace my tired body. I sank until the water reached my shoulders and closed my eyes, breathing deeply.Hertor.His name surfaced in my mind like an old song that was impossible to forget.The memory of his touch was still imprinted on my skin, as if he had marked me in a way that could not be washed away. His firm hands, the careful yet hungry way he touched me, as if he wanted to memorize every detail, as if he knew time was running out.The way he looked at me, as if I were

Rayan.I told Violet that very night.We were in the bedroom, low, warm light wrapping around us, the fortress quieter than usual after the council meeting. She was sitting at the vanity, loosening her hair with slow movements, when I approached from behind and rested my hands on her shoulders.“There’s movement on the border,” I said, watching her reflection in the mirror. “Hertor will lead the troops. Raiders… renegades. Nothing small enough to ignore.”She lifted her gaze with a burning interest and then turned to face me, fixing me with those purple eyes that always undid me.“And you?” she asked. “Are you going with them, or will I be alone here with Roamur?”I shook my head.“No. I’m staying here.” My hand instinctively cradled her face. “With you.”I saw something soften in her expression, something I couldn’t name. A small, almost shy smile curved her lips as her hand covered mine.“Then everything is fine.” she said.Violet turned her face, kissed my hand, and then stood, wa

The day dawned adorned with gray clouds, bringing with them a heavy, melancholic air. It was as if the sun knew it was not time to rise, that its rays should not bathe the land I would soon stain with blood.Rayan was not beside me when I woke. The bed felt empty and cold without him, but I supposed it was better that I started getting used to it. The echoes of the previous night still resonated in my body.I wrapped the sheet around myself and walked to the mirror, studying my reflection, tracing lines with my fingers over the marks of possession and desire Rayan had left on me. That was when the memory struck.“I love you, Rayan.”The sound of my own voice felt distant now, unreal, perhaps. I leaned against the chair, searching my reflection for answers. Why had I said that? Was it true? I knew it was; questioning it was ridiculous.But if it was true, then I… I loved him?Did I truly love Rayan? Beyond passion, beyond the bond, beyond desire? And if I truly loved him, how could I ki

I remained standing at the threshold of the bedroom, staring at Roamur as if the mere act of breathing the same air as him were an affront to the Goddess. My entire body reacted to his presence, my muscles too tense, my fists clenching tightly.Iris stirred beneath my skin, feeling the same ancient, primal hatred, one that time could never erase.For an instant, the memory struck like a blow.Roamur tearing my father’s throat open with his claws, my mother running toward him, and her mutilated body that I only saw later, already hanging from the standard.My parents’ bodies were not the only thing Roamur destroyed, he destroyed my life as well.I felt disgust flood me, burning through my veins, a wave of heat rising in my chest, demanding violence, demanding justice. I swallowed hard and forced my shoulders to relax.No, not yet.This was the moment I had waited for, for years. Not as a frightened girl, not as a prisoner, not as a disposable piece on someone else’s board.I had waited

Violet.The first growl tore through the air before I even had time to think.It didn’t come only from my throat, it came from Iris, from the depths of our shared chest, from an ancient place where pain never healed.Roamur answered in the same language, a deep sound laden with challenge, power, and the arrogance that had always defined him. Two predators recognizing each other, two blood-bound destinies colliding.We leapt at one another.The impact was violent. We rolled across the bedroom floor, furniture hurled against the walls, wood splintering under the weight of bodies that no longer knew restraint. Claws met flesh, fangs missed by inches, hot breaths mingled with the immediate scent of blood.He was strong, stronger than Rayan, stronger than me.Roamur slammed me into the wall with a brutal strike. The air was knocked from my lungs in a painful crash. The world spun for a moment, stars dancing before my eyes, but I refused to fall. I twisted my body at the last second, diggi