Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: In Sync

Hades

The rogues did the same and we formed a united front as we collided with the tidal wave of monsters.

Claws shredded the sterile silence. Flesh met fang, steel clashed with bone. The hallway erupted into chaos—beautiful, primal, blood-soaked chaos.

My left head snapped toward the closest Feral, jaws clamping down on its throat with enough force to snap its spine. The right head ripped another from limb to limb while the center kept its eyes on the horde ahead. Always forward. Always hunting.

Cain’s beast was leaner, a jagged black blur that moved like liquid rage—tearing through Ferals with practiced violence. One of his rogues was dragged down by three creatures, but Cain lunged, grabbed all of them in a single sweep, and crushed them into the wall until the tiles cracked.

"Keep formation!" I snarled through the bond, voice guttural in my Lycan form. "Don’t give them an opening—move forward!"

"Roger that," came one Gamma’s mind-link response, fanged and strained but focused.

More Ferals poured from the open walls, their bodies twitching with inhuman spasms. Some crawled like spiders. Others ran on two legs, snarling like they remembered once being men. They didn’t bleed red. They bled black—and it smoked.

The barrier behind us sealed.

We were locked in.

A trap.

Or a test.

And still...

Kael’s blood ran forward.

Past the horde. Past the carnage. Past the madness.

My mind split in three—one part fighting, one part calculating, one part tracking.

He’s still bleeding.

He’s still close.

He’s still alive.

But for how long?

I crushed another Feral, pinning its jaw beneath my paw as I slammed my body into it, splattering black blood across the walls. It hissed as it hit the light, sizzling like acid.

"They’re not made to survive sunlight," Cain growled beside me, panting, his beast form streaked with cuts. "We need UV. We need silver."

"We need to end this," I snarled.

More poured in.

From the walls. From the ceilings. From the floor.

The hall screamed with them.

Twisting bodies. Shattered mouths. Pupil-less eyes glinting with nothing but hunger.

They came in waves, and the waves did not stop.

I didn’t either.

I lunged, blurred, tore. My claws shredded through bone like parchment. One blink—I was behind a cluster, jaws ripping out a spine. Next blink—I was in front of them, slamming three skulls together like glass bulbs.

Something cold and hot all at once—sliding under my skin, crawling into my chest, flowering out through my limbs like smoke laced with starlight.

The Flux.

It had always taken.

It had always consumed.

But this time, it offered.

No whispering words of venom, no claiming muscles to yield.

Just power—raw and waiting.

And I took it.

I gripped it like a blade forged for my hand alone. And when I moved again, I didn’t just shift—I fractured space.

The world blurred.

My body split in motion, trailing afterimages of myself as if time itself was struggling to keep up.

Claws became lightning.

Jaws became thunder.

I tore through fifteen Ferals in one pass, the hallway filling with black ash and bone-shard screams. Cain flinched back to back with me, panting.

"What the hell are you?" he rasped, voice barely audible over the bloodrush.

"I don’t know," I said.

But I did.

Not Hades.

Not just Lycan.

Not just cursed.

I was the weapon the Flux could never control.

And now it was mine.

But even as the horde thinned—dozens becoming puddles, screams becoming silence—I could feel it.

The frustration.

Burning behind my ribs.

Kael’s blood was fresher here. That meant he was ahead. But he was slowing down. His trail dragged like he was crawling—or dying.

And still these things kept coming.

Why?

Why this many? Why this room?

Why here?

Was it to keep us back—

—or to keep Kael in?

Another screech tore down the corridor.

Another door slammed open.

Another army.

Rage detonated in my chest.

I unleashed it.

But it was not a roar, it was an explosion that should have turned my throat to mush.

The kind that cracked planets. The kind that made gods shudder.

The Flux didn’t fight me.

It followed.

Silver fire exploded from my limbs, trailing down my claws like oil set ablaze. Ferals burst apart on contact, screaming as the light consumed them.

But still...

Still...

Kael.

His heartbeat was vanishing.

I could feel it in the ground.

Thinning. Fading.

No.

I tore through another dozen with a scream that shook the walls.

"We need to move!" I roared to the others. "Cut them down and break through! I’ll clear the path—now!"

Cain nodded, bloodied fangs bared. "Then go."

Cain growled as he tore his claws through another Feral’s throat, black blood splattering his chest. He staggered back, breath ragged, then looked at me with a grit I recognized—rage wrapped in purpose.

"I’ll hold them," he snapped, slamming his shoulder into a crawling abomination and stomping its skull. "Me and my men—we’ll keep the path clear."

I froze mid-strike.

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