Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 313

My knees buckled beneath me.

It wasn't the sound of his voice—or its voice.

It was the way he said my name.

Like it had been waiting.

Longing.

Like the world had simply stalled until I arrived to witness its rebirth in him.

I stared, frozen. My hands trembled where they hovered near his blistered face, the smell of his blood sharp and metallic between us. My vision blurred, not from rage, but from the kind of sorrow that cracked open bone.

"Stop," I whispered. "Stop calling me that. He's not gone—he's not."

I said it again, but my voice was smaller this time.

More to convince myself.

Tears spilled, as his words hit me like a frieght train to the chest.

"EVE!" Kael's voice split the air like thunder. My head snapped to his direction. "LOOK OUT!"

I turned, too slow.

A sickening, wet rip tore through the silence—and the back of Hades' body opened.

Red.

Slick.

A pair of monstrous, fleshy wings erupted from between his shoulder blades, unfolding with the sound of sinew tearing from bone. The edges were jagged, veined with darkness, pulsing with energy that didn't belong to this world.

And they moved.

Too fast.

A tendril-shot wing lashed toward me like a serpent, its barbed edge gunning for my throat.

But Kael—Kael was faster.

He dove in front of me.

"No!" I screamed as the wing snapped around his neck like a noose.

There was a sickening crack.

His body convulsed midair.

His claws slashed out instinctively, raking the wing, but it didn't flinch—it only tightened, lifting him off the ground like a rag doll.

His feet kicked.

His eyes rolled.

The sound he made—

It was wet. Gurgling. A death rattle fighting to stay unfinished.

"Kael!" I lunged forward, fury flooding my veins, my wolf howling in a corner of my soul. "Let him go!"

But the thing—Vassir—only grinned through Hades' mouth, blood still dripping from his lips.

"Always the sacrifice, that one," it said. "Loyal. Disposable."

Kael's limbs twitched, chocked screams escaping him

Here's the chilling continuation of the scene, deepening the horror and emotional stakes:

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Kael's limbs twitched, choked screams escaping him as the wing constricted tighter, muscles shredding under the pressure.

"Let him go!" I cried again, shoving forward—but the tendril flared outward, knocking me back into the blood-slick wall with a thud that jarred my bones.

Vassir's smile widened, monstrous in its madness. His voice came slower now—dripping with venom, laced with something raw and cracked beneath the surface.

"What is he to you, Elysia?"

The question wasn't curious.

It was bitter.

Poisoned with jealousy.

"Why does he throw himself before you like that? Why does he get your trembling hands? Your tears? Your voice?"

Kael choked again, a soft, agonized sound—and my horror multiplied.

"Stop! You want me? Then take me, just let him go!"

"No," Vassir said, tilting his head slowly. "No, I want to understand. Because I waited. I waited, Elysia. Through centuries. Through ash and ruin and rebirth."

The rig around him groaned as he strained against it, metal bending with every twitch of his shoulders. The tendrils twitched like they hungered.