All Chapters of The Rejected Blood Moon : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Moon DevoursThe night exploded.Crimson fire and silver light clashed, tearing through the ruins. The sky roared, the earth split, and the air reeked of ash and magic. The blood moon hung low, pulsing like a beating heart.Kimberly moved through the chaos like lightning, her blades carving through the corrupted wolves. Every strike burned red to dust. Every step left trails of moonlight.Lucien fought beside her — or rather, around her — a shadowstorm in motion. His power cut through Mona’s crimson generals, consuming them one by one. The air shuddered with his fury.“Keep your distance!” he shouted over the din. “She’s trying to pull you into the circle!”But it was already too late.Mona’s laughter rippled through the battlefield, curling around the screams. “Oh, don’t run, cousin! Come see what you could have been!”The ground beneath Kimberly’s feet fractured, forming a ring of crimson symbols that burned brighter with each heartbeat. She jumped clear, rolling across the cracked

Kimberly POV The Dawn That FollowedYears passed. Then decades. Then centuries.But the story of the Blood Moon never truly faded.In the mortal realm, the packs rebuilt their homes from the ashes of ruin. The war had scarred the world, but also united it. For the first time in generations, there was peace.Children were born under the pale light of the moon — no longer red, no longer feared. They grew up hearing tales of the Luna who faced the Blood Moon and tamed the darkness itself. They whispered her name like prayer.Kimberly.The Luna of Light.And far beyond the mortal lands, in the depths of the Shadowlands, that name still carried power.Lucien’s world had changed. Where once only black glass and silence stretched, now there were forests — dark, yes, but alive. The rivers shimmered faintly, reflecting silver and shadow together.Balance.He ruled not as a warden but as a guardian. His subjects, the shades and spirits of old, bowed not out of fear but reverence. The realm had

The Whisper Beneath the LightThe moon was full again.Silver light washed over the forest, calm and endless, yet beneath that calm, something moved.Selene stood on the ridge overlooking her village. The wind tugged at her cloak, her silver-and-black hair gleaming in the moonlight. Behind her, wolves gathered in silent reverence, their eyes fixed on her as if waiting for command — or protection.Ever since the night she’d touched the twin blades, the world had changed.Not visibly. Not yet.But she could feel it — the pulse in the air, the quiet tremor beneath her feet. The balance that had held steady for centuries was beginning to shift again.Lucien’s voice echoed faintly in her mind:“When light grows too strong, the shadows awaken to keep it steady.”And Kimberly’s gentle tone followed:“But when both grow silent… something else rises.”Selene’s fingers brushed the amulet she now wore — a small moonstone pendant she’d found near the ruins. It pulsed faintly with warmth each time

The Echo of the KingThe Shadowlands were not what the old scrolls described.They were alive.Mist moved like breath, and every echo seemed to have its own heartbeat. Selene walked slowly, her boots leaving faint trails of silver on the glass-black ground. Beside her, Kaen padded silently, his massive form a streak of shifting shadow.No sun, no stars—only the light that came from within her and the dim shimmer that rippled across the horizon.After hours of walking, they reached what looked like the ruins of a bridge, its arches half-submerged in fog. Etched into the stone was a symbol she knew from her dreams: a crescent within a circle, split down the middle by a crack of light.“Lucien’s mark,” she murmured.Kaen growled low, ears flattening.“I feel it too,” she whispered. “Something’s watching.”The air thickened. Out of the fog came a faint hum—neither sound nor song but vibration, as if the world itself remembered a voice it once obeyed. The light around her pendant flared, an

The Mirror of the VoidThe deeper Selene and Kaen went, the quieter the world became.Even the mist seemed to hold its breath. The silver reflection beneath their feet turned black, swallowing all light.Selene felt it before she saw it—the faint pull in her chest, like a thread winding tighter and tighter. The mark on her wrist glowed faintly, silver pulsing against shadow.Kaen halted beside her, hackles raised. His low growl trembled through the stillness.“I know,” she whispered. “It’s close.”They stepped through the last veil of fog and found themselves standing before a mirror—enormous, ancient, its frame forged from living obsidian.It hovered above the ground, its surface rippling like dark water.Selene’s reflection stared back. But when she tilted her head, the image didn’t follow.The air thickened with a pulse of energy. The reflection smiled—a slow, deliberate movement that wasn’t hers.Kaen snarled and lunged, but the mirror shimmered, flinging him back with invisible f