Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 165

Eve

"Now,"

I startled, every hair on my body standing up right at what I was seeing and hearing.

My eyes shone, brighter and brighter, so hot that it was almost unbearable. I blinked.

Rhea?!

"Now," The voice came again, distant yet so near that it felt like a person spoke right by my ear.

My heart was no longer beating, it was pulsing; a deep, resonant pulse that reverberated through my entire being, thrumming in sync with the force stirring inside me. My grip tightened on the gun, my strength surging beyond anything I had ever known. Jules struggled, her lips parting in a gasp, but I was no longer afraid.

Rhea.

The name echoed through my bones, a whisper of something ancient, something that had always been a part of me, lying dormant beneath my skin, waiting.

"Rhea?" I screamed in my head, hoping for an answer that I used to get but there was none. My heart dropped. "Rhea?"

Nothing.

Yet, despite the lack of reply, the strength that I suddenly had did not wane. It remained a steady thrum that had intertwined with my throbbing muscles and aching bones.

"Now," the voice urged again, and this time, I obeyed without hesitation.

With a swift, fluid motion, I twisted the gun from Jules’ trembling hands, the metal slipping free with a sharp click. Her eyes widened in shock, her body staggering back as if the mere loss of the weapon stripped her of all power.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, this isn’t—"

But I didn’t give her time to recover. I lunged forward, pressing the barrel to her temple with a steadiness that surprised even me. The weight of it felt right in my hands, like it belonged there, like it always had. I felt my fear fizzle away, yet I could not seem to pull the trigger.

Jules fell to get knees, her wide eyes filled with horror never straying from me. "You-you are a--lycan?" She sputtered.

Her pounding heart launched against my ribs. "No---" I tried to say but the realization in her gaze stopped me in my tracks.

"You--you--you are not Ellen. You are Eve,"

"No---"

"You died," she rambled. "I saw you die. No Lycan could survive--that--"

I swallowed hard, my pulse thrumming louder, drowning out Jules’ frantic words. The gun trembled in my grip—not from fear, but from the sheer force building within me, something I couldn’t understand, something that felt as old as the bones beneath my skin.

"I said no," I snapped, voice harsher than I intended, but Jules didn’t back down. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, raked over me like she was searching for the cracks in reality, for proof that I wasn’t standing in front of her.

"You died, Eve. I saw you. I saw—" Her voice wavered, but she refused to look away. "Those bullets tore you apart. No one could survive that. You were nothing but pulp and blood. You bones were shattered, your flesh was nothing but mush." Her lip trembled, tremors taking over her body. "That can’t be put together."

"No, no----" I growled, my voice not entirely my own. "You don’t know anything." I screamed.

"...the other shall shift as a Lycan,* I murmured, reciting a part of the prophecy. "You are not the blessed twin. You are the cursed one." Her words dropped like an anvil.