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The House Beneath the Blood Moon Fault Lines
Samantha POV Silence isn’t peace. It’s the echo left behind when the blast is over. It’s the moment your ears are still ringing and your lungs burn, while the world hesitates—deciding whether you’re a survivor or just debris waiting to settle. I slid down the front of the console until my spine hit the stone floor. The impact was dull, grounding. My hands were shaking—not the delicate tremor of fear, but the violent aftershock of a system that had run far past safe limits and hadn’t crashed. Yet. I stared at my fingers. They smelled faintly of ozone and glass. I’d erased people. No blade. No blood on my knuckles. Just a keystroke. And the worst part—the part I didn’t know how to forgive yet—was how natural it had felt. Efficient. Clean. Like clearing corrupted cache from a system that refused to heal on its own. Lucien stood a few meters away, still as a drawn line. Blood streaked his jaw—dark, viscous, not his. He didn’t turn. It was as if he knew that if he looked at me to
The House Beneath the Blood Moon Root Access
Fear doesn’t arrive screaming. It slips in quietly—between breaths, between thoughts—disguised as logic. This will kill you. That was the first line of code my brain executed when the Council soldiers breached the vault. Heavy boots. Precision movement. No hesitation. They didn’t shout. They didn’t threaten. They didn’t need to. Their presence alone compressed the air until it felt metallic, dense—like breathing inside a cooling engine. These weren’t guards. They were deletions. The Council’s cleaners. Designed to erase anomalies like me without leaving logs. Lucien moved before the alarm finished screaming. Steel sang as his sword cleared its sheath, silver fire slicing through the red emergency lights. He didn’t shield me like fragile glass. He shifted half a step forward, angling his body like a bulkhead that had decided to become a weapon. “Stay behind me,” he said. The command vibrated through my bones. “No.” Not defiance. Not bravery. Just truth.
The House Beneath the Blood Moon The Architecture of Escape
Samantha POV Seven minutes. That was all it took to dismantle a life. I didn’t pack. I decompiled. The suitcase lay open on the hotel bed like a clean workspace, waiting for decisions to be made. I stood over it and purged every remnant of the girl I used to be. Pastel sweaters—deprecated. Soft cardigans—unsecured dependencies. I kicked them aside, a discarded pile of obsolete libraries. Code written to please users who never deserved admin rights. Black silk slip dress. Minimal. Clean lines. No emotional overhead. Approved. The leather jacket followed. Heavy. Reinforced. It smelled of animal hide and midnight rebellion. I ran my fingers over the seams once, then folded it with care. Kept. I zipped the bag shut. The metallic shriek sliced through the room like a commit pushed to production without rollback. Final. Irreversible. Closed systems always rot. A shadow stretched across the floor—long, predatory, inevitable. Lucien. I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to. The room
The House Beneath the Blood Moon Bloodline Error
Lucien POV Vaelor did not exaggerate. That alone was alarming. I stood on the balcony, the city of Manhattan sprawling beneath me like an intricate circuit board. The victory over the Hales still felt electric in the air, but the silence on the other end of the line was a cold blade cutting through the triumph. “Explain,” I said. The word was a low vibration, the kind that made the glass doors behind me rattle. “The adoption file,” Vaelor replied, his voice sounding like it was being pulled through a gravel pit. “It’s a masterpiece of fiction, Lucien. The Whitakers didn't just lie; they built a bureaucratic fortress around Samantha's origins. Professionally forged, layered, and sealed. Whoever they were working for didn't just want her gone; they wanted her identity erased from the record of existence.” My grip tightened on the marble railing. “The signatures, Vaelor. Who authorized it?” “That’s the thing. They don't belong to mortals. The Whitakers were just well-paid car
The House Beneath the Blood Moon Chemical Silence
Samantha POV Truth doesn’t scream. It doesn’t beg to be believed. Truth waits—quiet, precise, patient—until the lie collapses under its own weight. At two in the morning, the hotel suite was silent except for the heavy, rhythmic beat of "Eye of the Tiger" thumping through my earbuds. I sat on the floor, surrounded by a sea of paper, the lyrics about the will to survive grounding me. My mind raced through five years of betrayal. For the first time in my life, I wasn't retreating into the shadows to protect my sister or placate my parents. I was standing my ground. I finally pulled the earbuds out as Lucien moved into the light. Truth was now spread across the table in medical files, lab reports, and timestamps. Data. Numbers. My body reduced to evidence. Lucien stood behind me, arms crossed, silent. When a vampire king goes this still, it isn’t calm—it’s control. He was an ancient force, a sovereign who had slept through centuries, now trying to navigate a world of digital foot
The House Beneath the Blood Moon Reputation Is a Battlefield
Samantha POV The sunlight hit the hotel suite with a brilliance that felt like a personal invitation. For the first time in six months, I didn’t wake up with a stone in my stomach or the echoes of my family’s insults ringing in my ears. I woke up feeling dangerous. I checked my phone. The screen was a chaotic mess—vibrating, chirping, glowing with the heat of a thousand notifications. I’d gone from a corporate pariah to the most wanted woman in tech in a matter of hours. I tossed the phone back onto the silk sheets and looked at Lucien. He was standing by the window, already dressed in a sharp black shirt. When he turned to me, his gaze softened into something molten. "You're awake," he murmured. "I'm more than awake," I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. I hopped out of bed, sporting nothing but a tiny, cropped t-shirt and a pair of black lace panties. I didn't care about being modest. I felt alive. I grabbed my laptop, hit the speakers, and blasted Taylo
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