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Chapter 8: The Night the Moon Stopped Singing
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When the Moon Bleeds Red Chapter 8: The Night the Moon Stopped Singing
FLASHBACK: The throne room burned.Pillars crumbled in flames kissed by shadow. Cracks webbed through the marble floors where blood pooled like ink, and the royal banners—embroidered with twin phoenixes—lay torn and trampled beneath shattered glass.Alaric stood in the center, breath ragged, sword wet with the blood of his own kin.Behind him, the obsidian gate—once sealed with thirteen spells—gaped open, its runes pulsing like a heartbeat. The magic was alive. Hungry.“You opened it,” Elara’s voice echoed, breaking through the chaos.He turned.And she stood there like a vision from a dying world—white gown stained red, crown missing, hands glowing with unearthly power.“I had no choice,” Alaric said, stepping toward her. “The Council would have done it anyway. I thought I could control it.”“You thought you could tame a god?”“Elara—”“Don’t.” Her voice cracked like thunder. “You made me swear we’d protect the seal. That we’d never let them raise what sleeps beneath.”“I did it for
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The moonlight flickered through the trees, casting ethereal patterns across Elara’s face. She sat still, her hand still lightly brushing Alaric’s. The warmth of his presence calmed her, but the fire of truth still blazed in her chest. “Do you remember the child?” Alaric asked carefully, his voice gentle, like he feared breaking the fragile peace between them. Elara blinked, her breath catching. “Child?” His eyes darkened with a storm of grief and longing. “Our son.” She stiffened, her gaze searching his. “We had a son?” Alaric nodded slowly. “His name was Caelum. You hid your pregnancy with powerful magic. Even I didn’t know until the final days.” She closed her eyes, a sharp pain twisting in her heart—like a name had echoed in the void of her dreams all along. Caelum. “He’s alive,” Alaric continued, “But he’s in danger. The Council never stopped hunting your bloodline. They want him. He is the fusion of three ancient powers—Vaelthorne, Carello, and Moonwell.” Elara stood abr
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The wind whispered her name.Alaric stood on the edge of the forest, cloaked in the silver glow of the full moon. The sky was streaked in blood-red clouds, a sign that time was thinning—just like the barrier between past and present.He didn’t need spells or maps anymore.He could feel her.Every heartbeat. Every breath.Elara.She was near.---The Garden of MemoryAt the far end of Crestfall Manor, nestled behind twisted rose hedges and marble statues, a garden still bloomed—despite the corruption spreading across the land. Black roses and silver lilies filled the air with a strange, nostalgic scent.Elara walked through them barefoot, her gown trailing over the dew-kissed grass. Her fingers gently touched petals as she passed, her thoughts heavy.“I’ve been here before,” she murmured. “I know this place.”Mark watched her from a distance, arms crossed. “That’s because it used to be yours. Your real home.”She turned sharply. “You’ve said that before.”“And I’ll say it again until y
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The moon hung low and red above the charred peaks of the Hollow Mountains, its light bleeding across the broken land like a fresh wound. The winds whispered secrets—old names and forbidden truths—carried through trees with bark blackened from ancient fire.At the edge of this cursed place stood Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne, clad in his long black coat, the silver embroidery glowing faintly in the moonlight. His crimson eyes scanned the twisted forest before him, boots crunching over scorched earth. Behind him, the Black Citadel faded into the fog. Ahead, danger awaited.He could feel it in the air—Elara was somewhere in this world again. Alive. But the path to her would not be simple.And worse, something else had awakened with him.Something darker.---A Whisper in the WindA raven flew overhead, circling before letting out a shriek that echoed like a war cry. Alaric watched it with narrowed eyes. Ravens had always followed his wife—omens of power, creatures of omen.“Elara,” he whisp
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Beneath the ruins of the Black Citadel, deep in a crypt of stone and ash, the air shifted.Cold. Silent. Waiting.Chains rattled in the darkness, heavy as fate. Crimson runes pulsed across the walls, humming like a heartbeat. And in the center of the crypt, laid upon an obsidian slab, was a man. Pale as moonlight. Unmoving.Until now.The spell shattered like breaking glass.And Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne opened his eyes.---Eighteen years of sleep.Eighteen years since Queen Elara cast her final spell—betraying the Council, rejecting the plan, turning herself into an infant to hide her powers, and cursing him to slumber until she returned.He remembered it all.Her tearful face as she whispered ancient words.The warmth of her hand against his chest.The flash of magic before the world turned black.Now… she was awake.And so was he.---Alaric sat up slowly, his body crackling with dormant power. His silver hair fell to his shoulders, eyes burning with deep crimson. A black crest g
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