All Chapters of The Rejected Blood Moon : Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

The Keeper’s JourneyDawn spread slowly across the horizon,soft and pale after the crimson night.The world felt newly washed,the air heavy with salt and promise.Liora walked barefoot along the wet sand,the hem of her white dress trailing behind her like mist.Each step left a faint golden printthat glowed for a heartbeat before fading away.She didn’t know where she was going.Only that she had to go.The Flow was whispering inside her again,a voice woven of warmth and longing.> Go where the silence sleeps deepest.There, the song begins anew.So she walked.---The Village FarewellThe villagers gathered at the shore to see her off.No one spoke for a long time.Even the children seemed to sensethat this was not an ordinary parting.Her mother held her close,heart trembling against hers.“Will you ever come back?” she asked.Liora smiled softly.“Not as I am now.But you’ll feel me in the wind,in the warmth after rain.”Her mother nodded, though tears filled her eyes.She

The Heart of ShadowThe Flow had grown faint.Liora felt it as she crossed the northern plain — a trembling rhythm beneath her ribs, unsteady and thin.> thrum … silence … thrum … … silence …It was not resting.It was hurting.She reached a stretch of land where the grass was colorless, the air still and brittle.The warmth she carried could not reach the roots here.Something had taken hold — something older than forgetting.At dusk, the ground shuddered.A voice whispered through the soil:> Beneath … the root … the heart bleeds …Her pulse quickened. “The root of what?”The whisper faded, leaving only silence and the faint scent of ash.---The Canyon of Red LightThree days later, the mountains appeared, black and sharp against a red dawn.At their center yawned a vast rift — a canyon glowing faintly with crimson light that pulsed like a heartbeat.Liora descended carefully, the rocks warm beneath her hands.Halfway down, she felt another presence.A man stepped from the shadows

Dedication. For the hearts that break, burn, and bloom again. To every soul who has ever been rejected, forgotten, or silenced — this story is for you. There are moments in life when we believe our pain makes us unworthy of love, when the world feels too dark to remember the warmth we once carried. We shrink, we hide, and we tell ourselves that maybe it’s safer to stop feeling altogether. But the truth is this: the heart that still aches is the one still alive. The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die. The Rejected Blood Moon was born from that truth. It was written for those who have loved deeply and lost completely, for those who have been told they are “too much,” “too emotional,” or “too broken.” It is for the dreamers who still reach for the light even when the night refuses to end. Because rejection does not define you. Pain does not end you. Every wound you carry is also a window — a place where the light enters when you are finally ready to le