The House Beneath the Blood Moon
Samantha Hale thought she had it all — a perfect marriage, a thriving career as a software engineer, and the kind of life that looked flawless from the outside.
Until she discovers her husband is cheating on her… with her sister.
And that her sister is pregnant.
Betrayed. Homeless. Broke.
One night, Samantha enters a radio contest on a whim — and wins an old Victorian mansion in a forgotten countryside town called Willow Creek.
It’s supposed to be her new beginning.
But the house has a secret buried deep beneath its foundations.
When she unlocks the door to the basement, Samantha finds two stone coffins — and accidentally awakens Lucien Varyn, the long-lost King of Vampires, and his enigmatic right hand, Sebastian.
Lucien is dark, magnetic, and far too dangerous.
Sebastian is cold, calculating, and hiding something behind his icy loyalty.
Both are bound to her by an ancient prophecy neither of them expected to come true.
As strange events unfold and old powers stir, Samantha must decide who to trust — and who to love — before the house claims her soul…
Because in Willow Creek, under the glow of the Blood Moon,
the past isn’t dead. It’s just waiting to be awakened.
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Chapter: The Hunger Line Samantha POV The door closed behind Cassius with a sound far too final for my liking. Not slammed. Not sealed. Just… gone. Like he’d stepped out of the equation and left the variables to fight it out alone. The Solar felt larger without him. Emptier. The kind of empty that doesn’t mean peace—just fewer witnesses. Lucien stayed close. Too close, maybe. But I didn’t have the energy to care. My body had started to feel wrong in a way I couldn’t intellectualize away. Not pain. Not yet. Just… depletion. Like someone had unplugged me from a charger I hadn’t realized I was still using. I swallowed and immediately regretted it. My stomach twisted, sharp and hollow, like it had collapsed inward on itself. “I’m really hungry,” I said quietly. Lucien looked down at me instantly. “We can eat.” “No,” I breathed. “I mean—hungry hungry.” Sébastien, leaning against the far wall like a morally questionable gargoyle, tilted his head. “That sounded ominous.” The Sanctuary reacted be
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: The abomination clauseSamantha POVFor three full seconds after the door sealed behind Elias, my brain refused to process anything but the sound of my own blood.Not the Sanctuary’s hum.Not Lucien’s breath.Not Cassius standing there like a cathedral that had just realized it was built on a fault line.Just… blood.My pulse was too loud. Too human. Too fragile.And on the ultrasound screen—still glowing on the table like a cruel little billboard—there it was.A flicker.A heartbeat.Alive.Real.Mine.I stared at it until the edges of my vision softened, like my eyes were trying to blur it out the way the Council blurred their faces when they did something evil.But the Sanctuary didn’t blur it.It held the image steady.Witness.Lucien’s hands hovered near my shoulders, not touching, as if contact might break me—or worse, convince him to do something irreversible. His rage was a furnace through the bond, but underneath it was something I’d never felt from him so raw it almost made me sick.Fear.Not for
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: The apprentice protocol Samantha POV Cassius didn’t ask the Sanctuary to let his apprentice in. He informed it. Which was somehow worse—because the house responded like it had been waiting for the command. The crystalline veins in the corridor lit in a clean, obedient sequence, gold rippling outward like a runway clearing for landing. Lucien felt it instantly. I felt him stiffen beside me, every instinct sharpening. “That should not happen,” he said quietly. “I know,” I replied. “It didn’t ask me.” The door opened anyway. Not wide. Not welcoming. Just enough. A man stepped inside. Young—for a vampire. Not reckless-young, but unfinished. Dark hair pulled back, posture straight to the point of stiffness, eyes too clean, too certain. The kind of certainty that didn’t come from experience, but from doctrine. He stopped when he saw Lucien. Not in fear. In reverence. “My King,” he said, bowing his head just enough to be respectful without being submissive. Lucien didn’t answer. His silence was d
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: Status: verified ( and absolutely not fine) Samantha POV Cassius did not dramatize the announcement. Which, frankly, made it infinitely more terrifying. No thunder. No ritual circle. No blood-on-stone theatrics that vampires apparently loved when they wanted to feel important. He simply stood in the Heart, adjusted the cuffs of his coat like a man about to deliver lab results, and said: “I will notify the Houses.” Lucien stiffened beside me. Sébastien, who had been lounging far too comfortably against a pillar, straightened immediately. “And?” I asked. “You’re going to tell them what, exactly?” Cassius met my gaze. Calm. Precise. Controlled. “That I have verified the continuity of sovereign architecture,” he said. “That the Sanctuary recognizes you. That the Queen’s mark is intrinsic, not induced.” He paused. “That the reincarnation is authentic.” The Sanctuary hummed once—low, satisfied. I snorted. “Wow. That’s it? No behold? No kneel, you fools?” Cassius’s mouth twitched. “I am a healer, not a cult leader.”
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: The one the sanctuary let onSamantha POVThe Sanctuary did not warn me.That was the first problem.No tightening of the light. No shift in the crystalline veins beneath the floor. No polite hum of incoming presence detected like it had done every other time someone so much as thought about crossing its thresholds.Instead—There was a knock.Not loud. Not demanding.Just… deliberate.Three measured taps against the Heart’s outer doors.I froze with my palm still pressed to the dais, the aftertaste of the Council’s blackmail still bitter on my tongue. The air felt clean—too clean—like the Sanctuary had scrubbed reality after Mirelle’s projection and decided it didn’t want the residue.Lucien felt the knock through the bond before I even breathed.His presence snapped to attention—sharp, protective, violently controlled.“No one was scheduled,” he said, voice low enough to vibrate in my ribs.Sébastien shifted in the shadows behind us, where he’d been pretending not to listen while absolutely listening.“That’s b
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
Chapter: undocumented featureSamantha POV The first symptom wasn’t nausea. Which annoyed me, because if I was going to have a full-blown existential crisis, I would have liked the courtesy of a recognizable trope. No, the first symptom was silence. Not the Sanctuary’s—mine. The constant background hum in my head, the mental dashboards, the threat matrices, the thousand tiny calculations that had become my new normal since the Core Protocol? They… muted. Not gone. Paused. Like something had pressed hold on reality and was waiting to see what I’d do next. I stood alone in the east corridor, one hand braced against cool stone, the other pressed flat against my abdomen like that might explain something. It didn’t. My body felt… fine. Too fine. No pain. No weakness. No flare of light threatening to burn down a wing of the manor. Just a strange, grounded heaviness. As if gravity had subtly renegotiated our contract. “Okay,” I whispered. “Either I’m about to unlock a new power tier, or my uterus is stag
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen
Riley Ashford never wanted a pack, a mate, or a crown. Exiled for her wild defiance, she learned to survive on her own terms: free, reckless, and untamed.
Until the night she is captured by Kael, the ruthless King of Lycans—an ancient predator who rules not just with power, but with fear.
Kael has never shown mercy, never been tempted by women who only wanted his throne. Too docile, too boring, too predictable. But Riley is none of those things. She’s chaos wrapped in sharp teeth and sass, a wolf who dares to snarl in the face of a Lycan.
Forced into Kael’s world, Riley refuses to kneel, turning every humiliation into a battlefield of wit and defiance. But the more she fights, the more Kael finds himself drawn into the storm he swore he didn’t need.
Between deadly trials, court politics, and dangerous rivals who’d kill Riley just to get close to the throne, one truth becomes undeniable:
🔥 She might be his prisoner. She might even be his downfall. But she will never be anything less than his equal.
And the Lycan King has never met a queen like her.
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Chapter: The Crown You Don’t Ask ForRiley POV We didn’t plan to meet them. Which, in retrospect, tracks. Every truly life-altering disaster in my existence has arrived uninvited and very confident about it. The forest had shifted again—not dramatically, not loudly. Just enough that the birds stopped lying. You learn the difference when you’ve been hunted long enough: silence is not peace. Silence is coordination. Lumi felt it first. She always did. Her hand came up—two fingers, low, sharp. Stop. I obeyed, because pregnancy has taught me many things, chief among them: gravity is not a suggestion, and ignoring Lumi gets you killed. We were in a narrow corridor of birch and pine, frost crusting the ground in thin, treacherous sheets. My breath came shallow—not panic, not yet. Calculation. The baby shifted, as if bracing. “Not Crown,” Lumi murmured. “Too quiet.” That somehow made it worse. I inhaled slowly. Werewolf. Not lycan. No iron tang. No sanctified arrogance. Just earth, sweat, old blood, and fear held t
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: The crown's wombRiley POV We didn’t stop running until my lungs tasted like rust and my vision started doing that bright, stupid sparkle thing that usually comes right before you pass out and wake up furious about it. Lumi caught my elbow when my boot slid on frost-slick rock. “Don’t,” I snapped automatically—because I am nothing if not consistent about refusing help while actively dying. She didn’t let go. “Your pride doesn’t have a pelvis full of baby,” she said, voice flat. I glared at her. She glared back harder. Fine. We slowed to a brutal, resentful walk through pines that smelled like sap and old snow. The forest around us kept shifting like it couldn’t decide whether to hide us or spit us out and be done with the drama. My stomach twisted—not from the running. From the look on Kael’s face when his eyes dropped to my belly. That split-second fracture. That naked, animal pain. And then the mask snapping back into place like a door slamming in a storm. I hated that I’d seen it.
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: The Heir the Crown RequiredElora POV Silence is a luxury afforded only to those who have already won. In Dalth, silence is never empty. It is curated. Shaped. Maintained the way one maintains a lie that has grown too large to question. I stood alone in the eastern gallery, where the morning light slid across marble floors like a blade testing its edge. One hand rested against my stomach—not gently, not reverently. I am not sentimental about biology. This child is not a miracle. It is a solution. The physicians had bowed too deeply when they confirmed it. Their relief was almost touching. As if my body had personally saved them from the terror of uncertainty. As if lineage were not the only language this court has ever spoken fluently. An heir. The word moves through stone faster than fire. Already, the Council was reshaping the night into something usable. Already, the hunts were being justified not as cruelty, but as necessity. Already, the term rogue had begun to stretch—expanding like rot—
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
Chapter: A Queen Made of Knives Kael POV – The scent of cedar and snow still clung to the back of my throat. It wouldn’t leave. No matter how many corridors I crossed. No matter how deep I went into stone and torchlight and duty. I had seen her. Riley. Kneeling by the stream, fingers cupping water like it was something fragile. Her hair pulled back in that careless way she used when she was tired but stubborn enough to keep moving. And her body— Curved. Not bowed. Weighted. A rounded belly beneath her tunic. Subtle. Intentional. Hidden from the world but not from me. My child. Not a crown’s heir. Not a political solution. Mine. Something inside my skull went quiet after that. Not calm. Empty. Like a door slammed shut on whatever part of me had still been pretending. By the time I reached the castle, the lycan wasn’t raging. It was focused. I didn’t go to the council chambers. I didn’t summon guards or heralds or priests. I went straight to Elora. Her chambers were warm. Too
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
Chapter: The Months Between TeethRiley POV The months didn’t pass. They stalked. They learned our routines. Our weaknesses. The sound my knees made when I stood too fast. The way Lumi breathed differently when she was tired but pretending not to be. Time wasn’t linear anymore. It was predatory. Winter came early. Or we moved wrong. Or the world decided subtlety was overrated and went straight for the throat. Survival became habit. We learned which roots bled water. Which berries smiled before they poisoned you. Which streams stayed honest after moonrise. Lumi got frighteningly good with traps. I got frighteningly good at lying—to myself, mostly. My belly grew. Slow. Unapologetic. Impossible to negotiate with. By the fourth month, denial officially resigned. No more clever cloaks. No more strategic angles. Just a very real curve pressing into my ribs like a reminder with opinions. Lumi noticed everything. She didn’t comment when I slowed. Didn’t argue when I stopped to breathe. She just adjus
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
Chapter: Unfit for Crown UseRiley POV If there was one thing I missed about being bonded to a king, it was the advance notice. Premonitions. Pressure shifts. That little hum in the spine that said something stupid and historically significant is about to happen. Now? Nothing. Just mud on my boots, a child using my bladder as a trampoline, and the creeping sense that the world had noticed me noticing it. Which, frankly, felt rude. We didn’t get far before it happened. Because of course we didn’t. The forest thinned into a shallow ravine—stone ribs rising on either side, moss slick and treacherous. A stupid place to linger. A worse place to be ambushed. I stopped anyway. Lumi noticed immediately. “You felt that too,” she said. “Yeah,” I muttered. “And I don’t like it.” The air had gone tight. Not silent—just… attentive. Like it was holding a breath it wasn’t sure it wanted to release. I shifted my weight. Bad idea. My stomach tightened, sharp and sudden, and I had to brace a hand against the rock
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
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