All Chapters of BLOODLINE OF THE MOON : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JAKE’S POVThe lightning sent a bolt of charges across the sky followed by the roaring and loud drumming of the thunder as heavy rainfall splattered on the roof down to the floor. The streets were deserted, and only a few could be spotted running back to their homes. I stood on the balcony with a cup of hot coffee and milk covered with thick woolen robes and socks gazing far into the road.It’s been a week since I ordered surveillance to be mounted on Caspian Reed, yet till now, no tangible information has been collected about him- he was indeed a ghost, or possibly a chameleon, perfectly camouflaging and good at covering his tracks. I had hoped he could lead my men to find out who this Lyra was, but so far, it only led to dead ends.“It’s a cold night, Your Grace. Wouldn’t it be rather comfortable and more relaxing being in each other's arms other than standing out here alone, staring into the dead, cold night?” Ella asked, sneaking up on me from behind with a soft seductive tone. S

LEO’S POVI followed behind as Zephyr led the way to the temple. Our footsteps echoed softly through the tunnel as we moved with caution, careful not to draw attention.Lyra’s body hung limply over the guard’s shoulder. Her hands swayed from left to right as we walked down. My heart somehow bled at the sight of her in that state but, who cares? The voices in my head screamed for power.I turned my gaze to Aemond, who had been walking beside me in silence, his shoulders were square and unbothered, seemingly enthusiastic about the whole drama. As we drew closer, I felt my stomach twist. I bit hard on my teeth, tightening the muscles around my jaw. My fists remained clenched at my sides, so hard my knuckles turned pale.I had made my decision. Every moment I reminded myself: this was for the pack. For my legacy. I would never give away everything I fought so hard to gain on the altar of family ties. We finally arrived at the temple. The torches ignited along the corridor, trembling lik

JAKE’S POVFresh blood smeared my arm and chest as I hauled Lyra up. I quietly observed her wrist, feeling for any sign of life. Her radial nerve faintly pushed against her skin. She wouldn’t make it if we wasted any more time.“Hit the damn accelerator!” I thundered at the driver. Images of the day I had rescued her from the rogue attack at the pack came rushing back.“Please, hang in there!” I muttered almost inaudibly, tears building up in my eyes as I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.“We need to call Selene over immediately. My cell is dead, it got broken back there,” Damon said, shifting his gaze between me and Lyra. His tone was laced with concern and urgency.He was right. Selene was the only option on this dead night. I held tight to Lyra as the car drifted, throwing us to the side of the car. Tires screeching, carbon puffing out from the exhausts, the headlight cutting through the thick fog of darkness as the driver turned into an untarred road I believed was a shortcut t

AEMOND'S POVMy eyes darted frantically at the aftermath of the chaos that just erupted a few moments ago. The temple was in total ruins! Bodies, broken relics, and artifacts, shards of glass laid all over the room. “How the hell was he able to get in here?” Leo questioned in a commanding tone, carefully stepping over the bodies and broken items on the floor. I shifted my gaze to Zephyr who stared back at me. “I wish I had an explanation, Your Grace,” I responded in a curt tone, tucking Lyra's crescent pendant properly into my rear pocket.The moment Jake and his men stormed in, I knew it was going to be a raucous visit. I reacted based on instinct, picking up the pendant which was the base of the ritual. The scent and sight of fresh blood filled our noses and eyes as we stepped into the open. “He was definitely accompanied by quite a number of people,” I said in a low tone, squatting over the trail of car tires, tracing it with my eyes till I lost sight of it.“Then if he did, the

LYRA'S POVI dragged myself up onto my knees, coughing against the thick smoke that rose from the crater Aemond and I had been flung away from. Tara charged towards the figure even before I could make out what it looked like.The figure gradually twisted into focus. It was tall, regal. His eyes gleamed crimson against the silver twilight of this place, a cruel smirk etched across his horrifying face. I could have mistaken him for Medusa with the manner in which his hair curled and twisted behind him; this time not snakes, but streaks of molten flames.A total contrast from Iris. Folktale had it that Valkyrie was banished from the clouds for practicing dark magic causing the world to live in chaos.Aemond writhed in pain next to me, his hair messy as he turned onto his side and coughed harshly. “Damn it,” he muttered quietly, cradling his sides. “What is he doing here?!” he growled"What is he doing here?" My face twisted in disbelief. How on earth did Aemond know him? Was this real or