Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated To Break The Moon : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

TRIGGER WARNING~This story contains mature themes, graphic descriptions, and intense situations that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Characters experience physical and mental harm, including but not limited to:- Emotional manipulation and coercion- Threats of violence and harm- Physical and psychological distressReader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to these themes, please prioritize your well-being and consider whether this story is suitable for you.SUPPORT AND RESOURCES~If you find yourself struggling or triggered by the content, please know that there are resources available to support you. Consider reaching out to a mental health professional, a support hotline, or a trusted friend or family member.Let's take care of ourselves and each other.NOTICE FOR READERS~This story deviates from traditional Werewolf Omegaverse tropes and explores a unique world with its own hierarchy, rules, and dynamics. If you're accustomed to typical Omegaverse narr

“Oh!” Izzy moaned as her eyes opened, her gaze bleary with the remnants of unconsciousness. She lay on the cold floor, her face covered with dried blood. The morning’s torment had left her broken and unconscious, yet they left her, knowing she’d awaken with the dawn’s demise—as always.Her face was a mess of scars and scabs, old wounds that healed into thick, jagged lines, and new ones that still oozed and stung. Her skin was dirty, her cheeks smeared with grime, and her clothes were nothing but tattered rags.It was like her body always fought itself, healing up old wounds and seemed to beg for new ones. Every morning, she’d wake up to find some of the damage had fixed itself—like her body was just preparing for the next beating.With a slow, agonized roll, she turned onto her back, her battered body aching in protest. She lay there, staring up at the sky with a desperate intensity, her eyes burning with tears. “Moon goddess... You up there?” She whispered, her voice a mere breath.

Arram entered the hut, holding a bowl of hot water in his hands and a towel hung on his shoulder. He put the water down beside the bed, where Desdemona had been lying unconscious for a week.After he brought her to his hideout- a hut built in the middle of a thick forest, he sacrificed a lot to bring her down from the heaven and earth bridge, but she hasn’t opened her eyes yet.He has used many herbs to heal her internal wounds but none worked. Arram sat on the bed’s edge and wiped the sweat on Desdemona’s forehead.He sat beside her on the bed and fixed his eyes on her peeled lips. “I don’t mind paying with everything I have, I will protect you…”He drew the water bowl closer and dug the towel into it, but quickly took his hands out because it was too hot.He blew air on his hand and quickly went outside to get water from the pot.He came back and met her gasping. “What happened?!”He rushed to her side and scanned her from head to toe, trying to detect why she was like that, but he

Martius placed an herb pot on the fire and sat on a wood beside it.A minute later, his body vibrated, alarming him about a bad thing that had happened.“What's going on?”He tried to think about what happened for a minute and his mind went to Arram. “Did something happen to my lord?”The clouds turned dark, and a tornado appeared.The reaper walked out of the tornado and walked into the hut.“What's going on?” He raised a rhetorical question, keeping his mouth densely ajar till the reaper took Arram's soul and walked out of the hut.Martius wanted to stop the reaper. He took three steps towards him, but paused and watched the reaper walk back to the tornado and disappear.“I need to do something…” he thought. He bit the left side of his lower lip for a few seconds.He concluded and quickly stretched out his left hand. He drew a sign on his palm and closed his palm.“The incantation.” He chanted some incantation and opened his palm.He moved his palm to his mouth to blow it to blow, b