Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 156

Hades

The chaos around them seemed to quiet, if only for a moment. Guards began forcing the panicked crowd back, forming a rigid perimeter as if to ensure that no one could look away. Their movements were too smooth, too deliberate—not for protection, but to make sure everyone watched. They had to watch, or this deadly ploy would have been for nothing.

Their audience was the icing on the cake.

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This wasn’t containment.

It was a show.

A message.

A slow murmur rippled through the crowd as Ellen stepped down, stair by stair, to ground level. She moved forward, her steps eerily calm against the blood-slicked stone. A guard approached, presenting her with a weapon.

A machine gun.

But not an ordinary one.

Its frame was heavier, its barrel inscribed with faint runes that glimmered under the dull light—the kind used in war zones. The PDL 87-X, a specialized weapon designed for one thing.

Killing Lycans.

Killing Eve.

Ellen gripped it without hesitation, her fingers curling around the trigger as if she had done this before. Her slender frame seemed too delicate for such a brutal weapon, but her face remained still, composed.

Dead.

I felt it then—the sharp, biting scent in the air.

Silver.

It prickled at my skin, a low burn under my flesh, crawling along my veins like fire.

Every Lycan knew that sting.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to stay still, to keep control. The scent gnawed at my instincts, a primal warning screaming to shift, to run, to fight. But I didn’t move.

Not yet.

Ellen leveled the machine gun at Eve, who was still restrained, barely able to lift her head. Blood—dark and unnatural—poured from her wounds, but her eyes burned with hatred, with life.

She wasn’t dead.

Not yet.

Ellen didn’t speak.

She didn’t need to.

The gun roared to life.

Silver rounds tore into Eve’s body, each shot punching through flesh and bone, each impact sending brutal shockwaves through the air. Blood sprayed in arcs, dark and steaming as it hit the cold stone.

Eve convulsed against the restraints, claws gouging the ground in one final, futile attempt to break free. Her roar was no longer deafening; instead, it choked out into a ragged snarl.

Shot after shot.

Ellen never flinched.

Not once.

Her face was as hollow as before, her eyes as empty as they had been with the first trigger pull.

The gun clicked empty.

Smoke curled from the barrel, and Ellen lowered the weapon with mechanical grace.

Eve didn’t move.

Her massive form slumped forward, limbs limp, dark blood pooling beneath her. Flesh shredded by the onslaught.

Silence.

For a long, suffocating moment, no one moved.

Then Darius straightened, adjusting his coat like nothing had happened.