His Rejected Luna

The world is still.

Too still.

The air feels thick, charged with something unseen, something wrong. The battle is over, the Council has fled, and yet my skin still burns with the remnants of the power I unleashed.

I should feel relieved.

I should feel safe.

But all I feel is unraveled.

The wind shifts through the shattered clearing, carrying the lingering scent of scorched earth and blood. Kieran stands close by, his golden eyes burning with unreadable emotion. His presence is a constant weight, steady and suffocating at the same time.

Caelum, however, is different.

He watches me with something far worse than concern—curiosity.

Like I'm a puzzle he's been waiting to solve.

Like he knows something I don't.

I clench my fists, my breath still unsteady. "Tell me what you meant," I say, forcing my voice to stay level. "Tell me why you said I rewrote fate."

Caelum tilts his head, the silver in his eyes gleaming like a blade. "You really don't see it, do you?"

My patience snaps. "See what, Caelum?"

His smirk doesn't reach his eyes. "You didn't just break the Enforcer's control, little wolf. You broke something bigger."

The words send a shiver through me.

I don't want to believe him.

But deep down, I already know he's right.

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Something Is Watching

The night air shifts, colder than before.

A strange sensation crawls along my spine, like unseen eyes pressing against my skin. The hair on my arms rises.

I turn slowly, scanning the shadows between the trees. The clearing is silent. Too silent.

The feeling isn't coming from the Council.

It's something else.

Something older.

Kieran notices my sudden tension. His stance shifts, his muscles tightening as he follows my gaze. "What is it?"

I shake my head, barely breathing. "I don't know."

But I do.

Somewhere, in the deepest parts of my instincts, I do.

Something is watching me.

Not with eyes.

But with awareness.

As if the very universe is turning its attention toward me, waiting, listening—hungry.

Caelum hums, his expression unreadable. "Ah. So it's already begun."

I snap my head toward him. "What's already begun?"

His smirk vanishes. "Your ascension."

The world tilts.

My stomach drops.

"My what?"

Caelum watches me carefully, as if weighing his next words. "You broke something permanent, Aria. Power like that doesn't just go unnoticed." His silver eyes gleam. "It draws attention."

My hands go numb. "Attention from who?"

Caelum doesn't answer.

Because he doesn't have to.

The sky does it for him.

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The Sky Is Bleeding

A deep, unnatural crack rips through the heavens, like the universe itself is fracturing.

I stumble back as the air trembles, a wave of invisible force rolling through the clearing. The clouds overhead—once dark and unassuming—begin to burn with an eerie silver light.

Then—

The first tear appears.

A thin, glowing fracture splinters across the night sky, jagged and shifting, like glass breaking in slow motion. Light spills from it—not sunlight, not moonlight, but something alive, something ancient.

The ground beneath me shakes.

The wind howls through the trees.

Kieran curses. "What the hell is that?"

Caelum exhales sharply. "The consequences of breaking fate."

The light intensifies, spreading like fire across the sky. The crack widens, and for a brief moment, I see something beyond it—

A void.

An endless expanse of swirling silver mist, moving as if it has purpose. As if it's aware.

My chest tightens.

Because it is aware.

It's looking at me.

I can't breathe.

And then—

The voice comes.

Not from the sky.

Not from the ground.

From everywhere at once.

"You should not exist."

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The Awakening of a God

The words slam into me like a physical force. I collapse to my knees, clutching my chest as an unbearable heat erupts inside me.

It's not pain.

It's recognition.

Like something ancient buried inside me is responding to the call, stirring at the sound of that voice.

I gasp, my nails digging into the dirt. My vision blurs, my body trembling. My power flares, raw and unstable.

Because I know this voice.

I don't know how.

I don't know why.

But I do.

The sky crackles, and the voice speaks again, lower, darker.

"Lunarborn."

The word burns.

A command. A warning. A curse.

And suddenly, I understand.

The Council never feared me because I was powerful.

They feared me because I was a key.

A key to this.

To whatever is waking up on the other side of that fracture in the sky.

I scream as the force inside me erupts, silver fire exploding from my skin. The ground beneath me cracks further, the trees bending under the force.

Kieran reaches for me. "Aria—"

Too late.

A pulse of power blasts outward, hurling him backward. Caelum doesn't even try to catch me—he just watches, his expression unreadable.

Because he knows what's happening.

Because he's been waiting for it.

The sky fracture widens, and for the first time—

Something moves on the other side.

A shadow shifts beyond the mist. Massive. Ancient. Silent.

The presence grows stronger, pressing against the world like a creature waking from a long slumber.

And I realize the awful, undeniable truth.

I didn't just break fate.

I opened a door.

And something is coming through.

But is it a god, a monster, or something far worse?