Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Flicker Of Light In The Darkness

Eve

>"How can you cry?" the man snarled, stepping closer, every word a thunderclap. "They removed your tear ducts in the lab. I ordered it myself."

My breath caught.

What?

But Hades didn’t answer. He stood frozen, eyes wide, still locked on me—but something else was clawing its way behind them. I saw it. The rupture. The obedience.

The conditioning.

> "Even with your blue eyes dimmed to grey," his father spat, his voice rising, venom in every syllable, "even with your smile filed down, your dimples corrected—you’re still weak."

A tremble passed through Hades’ frame.

> "A disappointment," the man went on. "A fucking stain. Failing again. Failing me." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

His voice cracked like a whip.

> "You were born for greatness, and you chose her. Again and again and again. You chose her!"

With each word, Hades’ talons dug deeper.

Tore further.

Heat surged through his hand, pulsing from the Flux as if his father’s voice was summoning it back—no, shoving it back in. My body arched as fire licked through my veins. The warmth I had felt moments before was gone.

Replaced with pain.

Raw, splitting, complete.

The Marker within me screamed.

All the progress we’d made—it dissipated.

> "Stop..." I gasped, trying to keep my grip on him, fingers locking behind his neck. "Please..."

But he was slipping.

Becoming something else.

Someone else.

The Flux roared back to life, pouring into him like oil into flame. His veins blackened again, crawling up his throat. His mouth opened in a snarl.

And I felt it—

He wanted to kill me.

And he would.

But I didn’t let go.

I held on, even as his claws seared and shredded, even as every nerve screamed to flee.

Because I remembered.

I remembered everything.

His arrival at the Lunar Heights that day—unannounced, magnetic, already dangerous. The way he looked at me like I was meant.

That first poisoned kiss—half-truth, half-test, all heat. The way he smirked against my lips like he already knew he’d ruin me.

Our dance—slow, languid, forbidden—on the dance floor when it felt like no one was looking, his hand possessive at my waist.

The first time I felt my heat in his arms. The way he stilled, nostrils flaring, reverence and desire fighting in his eyes. And how he didn’t take advantage. Not then. He held me. He chose me.

His kisses. His teasing. That damned, perfect smile—dimples and all.

He had been everything.

And now—

Now he was this.

A weapon. A curse. A shadow.

> "But he’s still mine," I whispered.

I couldn’t breathe anymore. My lungs were filling with blood. My soul was bleeding at the edges.

But I chose.

I chose him.

And this time, not to save him.

But to die with him.

If that’s what it took.

> "I choose you, Hades," I said, not caring if my voice cracked. "I choose death with you over life without you."

His eyes twitched.

The claws trembled again.

> "I love you," I said. "I love you. Even now. Even like this. I love you."

He choked.

For a heartbeat—no longer.

His claws stopped digging.

But his father’s voice thundered again.

> "Finish it! Kill her! Or you’ll never leave this place!"

And the walls answered. The Marker screamed. The Flux surged.

But so did something else—

A sound.

Small. Clear.

A whisper.

> "Daddy?"

It came from the door.

And Hades—Lucien—heard it.

His eyes widened. The world around us cracked.

> "Daddy?"

The word shattered something.

It echoed—small, clear, impossible. A sound that shouldn’t have existed in this place, in this moment.

But it did.

And Hades heard it.

His body jolted like he’d been struck by lightning. The claws embedded in my side froze—then twitched, uncertain.

I turned, blood smearing down my cheek, barely daring to hope—