Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 264

Eve

My eyes widened—but it didn't last.

His hand shot out, seizing me by the throat.

The chains clanged violently as my body was yanked forward, his grip so tight it cut the air from my lungs.

Rhea roared in my head but she was weak, she needed a recharge.

He lifted me from the bed as if I weighed nothing, pressing me into the cold wall. My feet dangled. The pressure around my throat grew unbearable.

And then…

A voice.

But it wasn't his.

It wasn't Hades.

It wasn't Lucien.

It was something else. Something deeper, older, crueler—booming through him like a possession.

"I don't love you." The voice was guttural, twisted with venom. "I own you."

My vision blurred.

"I will break you. Watch the hope bleed from your eyes. I will rot you down to your bones, and when your body is cold and withered, I'll cradle what's left and whisper lullabies into your corpse."

His grip tightened.

"You werewolves will pay for the sins of Malrik… and you, my unfortunate mate—" he sneered, "you will be the first of many. I claim. I own. I destroy."

My fingers clawed at his arm, panic finally overtaking me as my airway collapsed. My legs kicked. My lungs screamed.

And still… he didn't let go.

Rhea was howling now—no longer words, just anguish, fury, desperation. She tore through the tendrils of exhaustion

Rhea was howling now—no longer words, just anguish, fury, desperation. She tore through the tendrils of exhaustion as Hades hand was swallowed I'm shadows, the black veins spreading and searing my skin, ripping the breath from me

The moment his grip began to burn—really burn—my vision swam. His hand was no longer flesh. It was shadow, black and jagged, splitting through his skin like obsidian shards.

And it was killing me.

Rhea shrieked in my mind, tearing through the weight of her fatigue.

"I'm here!" she roared. "I'm here!"

Then she moved—not into control, but into the space between. Her presence surged forward like a shield around my soul, intercepting the searing grip of the flux. It wasn't seamless. It was violent.

Like two speeding cars crashing headlong.

The moment they collided, I felt it. A rending in my chest, my mind, like static scraping bone.

The flux reeled back—caught off guard by her force. By her fury.

But so was Rhea.

Because something shifted.

In that split second of impact, the aggression drained from her—and in its place, something colder seeped in.

Recognition.

Shock.

Her voice turned brittle in my mind, a shiver of breathless disbelief.

"Vassir…" she gasped.

Everything stopped.

Even the shadows stalled.

Hades—no, the flux—froze mid-snarl, my feet still dangling as I wheezed against the wall, unable to scream, unable to breathe.

But his head tilted. Just a bit.

Curiosity.

And then he spoke.

Not in Hades' voice.

In the distorted monster's tone.

But in something ancient.

Something familiar to Rhea.

"Rhea," the flux purred through his mouth, low and haunting.

His grip tightened.

"Little Light-wielder," he whispered. "Still alive after all this time. But weaker. Smaller. You were fire once. Now look at you—burnt out."

Rhea didn't respond.

She was trembling.

So was I.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part came when Hades' body jerked—his back arching like something inside him was being peeled away.

He gasped, staggering back from me as if he'd been punched in the gut. His eyes flickered—grey, then red, then grey again.

He dropped to his knees, panting, clutching his head as the horn on his skull lengthened—a black crown splitting flesh. It twisted, sharp and curved, like a weapon molded by wrath.

I hit the floor hard, coughing, gasping for air as my back scraped stone.

When I looked up—he was still on the ground, palms splayed, shoulders trembling.

He was fighting.

Fighting it.

He didn't speak. He couldn't.

But I saw it.

The Hades I remembered—splintered and bloodied—was clawing his way back.

Not to meet me at eye level. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}