All Chapters of The Darkside of the Moon: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Selena stands frozen, her breath shallow and jagged, as the final images of the past flicker and fade from her mind. Seraphina’s hand slowly withdraws from her cheek, leaving behind a cool, spectral tingle. The night is eerily silent now, save for the distant howl of a wolf carried on the wind. The revelation weighs heavy on Selena’s chest, a suffocating force pressing down on her heart, threatening to tear it apart.What Seraphina has just shown her—no, made her witness—has altered everything. Selena had watched, in vivid, grotesque detail, the brutal slaughter of her father, a werewolf from a notable Clovis City family. She had felt her mother’s anguish, her forbidden love for him, a love that led to their eventual doom. She saw how both the vampire and werewolf communities conspired to destroy them, bound together in their mutual disgust for a union that violated their ancestral laws. She witnessed her own conception, a child born from the blood of two sworn enemies, an impossibili

The hospital looms before Dr. Percy as he pulls into the parking lot, its sterile walls bathed in the cold glow of fluorescent lights. Clovis City Central Hospital, a towering, state-of-the-art facility, stands as a testament to modern medicine and cutting-edge technology. The sleek glass façade, which reflects the stormy clouds rolling in from the horizon, houses some of the most advanced surgical theaters and treatment rooms in the region. It is a place where life is restored daily—where miracles, crafted by human hands and honed by decades of experience, unfold in stark, sterile operating rooms.The pyramidal health factory, a gleaming fortress of modern medicine, rises against the decaying cityscape. Its sleek glass-and-steel mirage glows in the fading light as Dr. Percy strides through its immaculate corridors, embodying the quiet strength of the institution amidst the shadows of the city. Inside its walls, it boasts cutting-edge medical technology rivaling the world’s finest. E

The deepest wounds are often inflicted by those closest to the heart... the sharpest blade is not the one wielded by an enemy, but by the hand that was once held in love; betrayal by a stranger may bruise the surface, but betrayal by family cuts to the core, leaving scars upon the soul. It is the ones who know us best—those who have seen our weaknesses, our vulnerabilities—who can cause the greatest pain when they turn against us.A traitor in the bloodline weaves a unique agony, one that no outsider's cruelty could ever rival. Their treachery runs deeper, as it is built on the trust and intimacy that only family can possess. The most devastating form of betrayal doesn’t come from an enemy’s malice, but from the heart that once beat alongside your own. It is not just the act of betrayal that stings—it is the memory of who they used to be, the shared moments, the bond that once felt unbreakable. That loss is what truly shatters the soul.When a loved one betrays, it strikes like a stor

The oppressive silence suffocates the mansion like a shroud, thick with the tension of unspoken truths and past betrayals. The air crackles with the weight of everything unsaid, until finally, Dr. Percy rises from his seat. His movements are deliberate, heavy with regret, as he crosses the room toward Seraphina. Kneeling beside her, he looks up into her fiery eyes, his voice steady but thick with emotion."Sera," he begins—her heart pricks as she has missed him calling her that… he’s the only one who does—his voice low, vulnerable, "I owe you more than an apology. You deserved the truth back then. But I made choices... choices I thought were best for all of us. I didn’t know... I didn’t know about Talon, not until it was too late. But when I found out—when I knew what they’d done to you—I couldn’t just stand by. That’s why I risked everything to get you out of those dungeons, despite the pact I had made with Lucas Smith. I was bound by that agreement, but not enough to forsake you.”S

The early night moon hangs confidently in the dusky sky, a lone range satellite breaching a balance between the sinister dark horizon and a forlorn hope. The chaotic air clings to Selena’s skin as she steps out of the dimly lit inn, her heart heavy with a kaleidoscope of emotions she can scarcely untangle—her body drained but her mind reeling with an inescapable ache. Estranged. That’s what she feels now—a ghost haunting a family that isn’t hers by blood.The streets are buzzing, but the cacophony of life feels distant, muted under the weight of her turbulent thoughts. Her breath escapes in shallow, uneasy bursts as she recalls the words Mrs. Robinson had spoken to her the previous day. "You might not be my blood, but you are still my little girl, Selena. No sinister revelation will ever change that." The words had soothed her for a fleeting moment, but now, standing on the threshold between the inn’s warmth and the creeping dusk, that comfort fades into oblivion.Mrs. Robinson. Mr. R