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Chapter 16: The Night of the Full Moon

The sky was heavy with tension as the full moon cast its silver glow over the Delacroix estate. Every breath felt like a countdown to the inevitable clash. Soldiers in full armor stood atop the estate’s walls, weapons ready, while archers lined the battlements, their bows aimed at the shadowed forest beyond.
Natalia stood in the heart of the grand hall, wearing a sleek black battle gown that allowed her freedom of movement. Her ash-white hair shimmered under the torchlight, and her purple eyes burned with a fierce determination.
Maximilian stood beside her, his black armor absorbing the moonlight like a void. His red eyes gleamed dangerously, his sword resting on his shoulder. He gave her a slight glance, as if to say: I’m with you, no matter what.
Natalia turned to the gathered forces within the hall—her brothers, their soldiers, and the newly arrived Sinclair troops. The alliance had come through, but the true test was yet to begin.
“We know why we are here,” Natalia’s voice echoed through the hall, steady and sharp. “The Ashbournes have taken everything from us—our pride, our peace, and for some of us... our lives.” She clenched her fists, channeling the rage and sorrow from the memories of the abandoned daughter she now embodied. “But not anymore. Tonight, we fight back. This is not just a battle to protect our home—it’s a battle for justice.”
Alaric, the eldest Delacroix brother, stepped forward. His cold gaze flickered with rare approval as he gave a stiff nod. “We fight as one family. We end this here.”
Lucian, the charismatic second son, grinned, twirling a dagger in his hand. “Let’s give those snakes a lesson they won’t forget.”
Damon, the youngest, leaned in toward Natalia. “Stay close. If you fall, I’ll personally burn their forces to the ground.”
A small smile tugged at Natalia’s lips. “I’ll hold you to that.”
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Outside the estate walls, the Ashbourne forces stirred. The moonlight revealed the outlines of their soldiers, cloaked in shadow and steel.
Cassandra Ashbourne sat atop a black stallion at the forefront of the army, her malicious grin illuminated under the pale moon.
Nicholas Ashbourne, the duke’s son, stood beside her, his hungry gaze fixed on the Delacroix estate. “I’ll make sure Natalia is mine by the end of this night,” he whispered with disturbing intent.
“Focus,” Cassandra snapped, though her smile never faltered. “The Delacroixs are already fractured. We just need to tip them over the edge.”
At her signal, the Ashbourne soldiers advanced like a tide of darkness, torches flickering in the night breeze.
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Inside the estate, the first sounds of battle—the clash of steel and the hiss of arrows—rang through the air. Natalia took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her heart pounded in her chest, but fear no longer controlled her. She had awakened the magic buried within her, and tonight, she would use it.
Maximilian leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “Are you ready, Natalia?”
“More than ever,” she whispered, her hand brushing against the dagger at her hip.
The grand doors burst open, and chaos erupted as the enemy forces stormed inside. Natalia’s senses sharpened, her magic crackling beneath her skin.
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The battle in the hall was immediate and unforgiving. Steel clashed against steel as Natalia fought alongside her brothers. Maximilian was a force of nature, his sword a blur of death as he cut down enemies with precision.
In the midst of the chaos, Natalia’s eyes locked on Nicholas Ashbourne, who grinned wickedly at her from across the room. “You can’t run from me, Natalia,” he taunted, weaving through the battle toward her.
“I’m not running,” Natalia shot back, her voice steady. “I’m standing right here.”
As Nicholas lunged toward her, Natalia felt the pulse of her magic surge—powerful, overwhelming, and ready to be unleashed. She extended her hand, and in an instant, a torrent of violet flames erupted, forcing Nicholas to stumble back in shock.
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Maximilian, noticing Natalia’s burst of magic, grinned. “You really are full of surprises.”
“No more holding back,” Natalia said, her eyes blazing.
With renewed determination, she fought through the battlefield, her magic intertwining with her movements. She summoned violet flames to shield her allies, conjured sharp gusts of wind to disarm enemies, and moved with the precision of a warrior who had lived two lifetimes.
At her side, Maximilian fought with a deadly elegance, every strike executed with perfect precision. Together, they were unstoppable.
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But just as victory seemed within reach, Cassandra Ashbourne appeared, her magic swirling around her like a storm. “Did you think this would be easy?” she sneered, her dark energy crackling in the air.
Natalia narrowed her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
Cassandra unleashed a powerful blast of magic, but Natalia stood her ground. With a flick of her wrist, she countered the attack with her own spell, their magic clashing mid-air in a brilliant display of light and shadow.
The two women circled each other, each looking for an opening. Cassandra’s magic was dark and consuming, but Natalia’s power burned with determination and purpose.
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As their duel raged, the battle around them intensified. Alaric led the Delacroix soldiers with calculated precision, Lucian’s daggers found their marks, and Damon fought like a whirlwind of fury.
Elara Sinclair, wielding a blade with grace, fought at Natalia’s side. “We’ve got your back,” she said, slashing through an enemy soldier.
“Good,” Natalia replied, her gaze still locked on Cassandra. “Because this ends now.”
With a final surge of power, Natalia summoned all her strength. Her magic exploded outward in a brilliant wave, engulfing Cassandra’s dark energy and shattering it into nothingness.
Cassandra staggered, her confident facade crumbling as fear flickered in her eyes.
Natalia stepped forward, her voice low and firm. “This is for every person you’ve hurt, every life you’ve ruined.”
Cassandra sneered, but there was no fight left in her. “This isn’t over,” she spat, retreating into the shadows.
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As the last of the Ashbourne forces fled into the night, the battle finally came to an end. The grand hall was filled with the sounds of victory—cheers, sighs of relief, and the clinking of swords.
Maximilian approached Natalia, his red eyes softening as he looked at her. “We won.”
Natalia gave him a tired but triumphant smile. “We did.”
Alaric approached, his expression unreadable. “You did well, Natalia.”
Lucian grinned. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
Damon, breathing heavily, slung an arm around her shoulders. “Told you we’d burn them down if we had to.”
Natalia laughed, a sound filled with both exhaustion and joy. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she belonged—like she had truly found her place in this new world.
Maximilian took her hand, his grip warm and steady. “This is only the beginning.”
Natalia nodded, her heart full. “And I’m ready for whatever comes next.”
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The battle had ended, but the journey was far from over. With the Ashbournes defeated and new alliances forged, Natalia knew that her destiny was still unfolding. But with Maximilian by her side, and the strength of her magic within her, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The full moon shone brightly overhead, a symbol of the new beginning Natalia had fought so hard for. And in the quiet aftermath of the battle, she knew that this was only the start of something far greater—something that would change the course of the empire forever.

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    Aaronchristiolite Delos Santos

    the story is so fun, lovely and it's fantastic I spent my time reading it and it was great tank you for the novel and good luck creating more I love the part when Maximilian got training

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    sisonmarcelo

    nice

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