All Chapters of The Rejected Blood Moon : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Epilogue: Voice Beyond the MoonThe wind carries my name now.Not as fear, not as myth—but as melody.When the night quiets and the twin lights fade into silver dusk, I hear it—the hum of the world breathing. The rhythm is no longer fractured. It moves whole, complete, alive.Once, balance was a war fought between realms.Now, it is a pulse that lives in every living thing.And I, Selene—the rejected child of light and shadow—walk no longer among the living, but within them.---The Eternal WindThe forests I once bled through now bloom with trees whose leaves shimmer half gold, half black. When they rustle, they whisper my name like an old friend’s—gentle, unafraid.Children play beneath them. Some with silver eyes that catch the dawn, others with shadows curling softly at their feet. They are both, these children—born of light and dark, belonging wholly to neither.And that is the miracle.For centuries, they were taught to choose a side.Now, they simply are.Each step they take he

The Dawn of Kimberly’s ShadowThe moon was full again—neither red nor silver, but soft amber, glowing like an ember about to awaken.Kimberly stood at the edge of the rebuilt city of Lumeris, where once ruins had sprawled after the Great Merging. The temple towers shimmered in moonlight, their glass walls humming faintly with the pulse of the Heart below.It had been nearly forty years since Selene’s passing.And still, Kimberly could not shake the feeling that the world had only borrowed peace—it had not earned it.---The Burden of LegacyHer reflection rippled in the water beneath her feet. She saw the woman she had become—older, wiser, marked by the years of balance-keeping. Her once-golden hair was streaked with silver now, her eyes softer but still alert, always searching for signs of imbalance.She was not Selene, but she carried her shadow.The world still looked to her for guidance, for assurance that the moon would never bleed again.But Kimberly knew something others did no

Mirror QueenThe Heart was no longer still. Its pulse shuddered through the ground, through the marble of the temple floors, through the veins of everyone attuned to its rhythm. Kimberly felt it every time she breathed—like her own heartbeat was trying to sync with something that wanted her gone.By dawn t,he sky had turned the color of bruised gold. The moon hung heavy and fractured, faint cracks of black running through its surface like veins. The city was quiet, unnaturally so, as if every soul felt the pause before something inevitable.She stood at the edge of the courtyard when the air split.A shimmer spread across the horizon—like the world itself was reflected in a sheet of water that someone had just disturbed. Then, from the center of that shimmer, a shape stepped forward.The Mirror Queen had arrived.---The ArrivalThe world seemed to hold its breath.She was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at: Selene’s face, Selene’s posture, Selene’s calm. But her aura was wrong—c

Reflections in Her BloodThe days after the battle bled together like a fever dream.Kimberly couldn’t tell where the world ended and she began. Every sound, every breath, every heartbeat around her seemed to echo through her chest. She would wake in the night with her veins glowing faintly, the same black-gold shimmer that once surrounded the Mirror Queen.Sometimes, when she caught her reflection in the temple’s broken glass, she saw eyes that weren’t hers looking back.Not hateful. Not even cruel.Simply… waiting.---The Quiet AfterElion had turned what was left of the Great Hall into a warded sanctuary. Sigils of protection glowed across the walls, though their light pulsed unevenly—as if even magic was unsure which side it served now.He entered quietly, carrying a bowl of water. “You need to drink,” he said, placing it beside her bed.Kimberly’s voice was hoarse. “You’re afraid of me.”He hesitated. “I’m… afraid for you.”She looked down at her hands. Faint veins of black ligh

Void Before the LightThe wind changed before anyone noticed.Soft at first, almost tender. Then sharp—cutting through the valley like glass.Kimberly felt it before it came. The air grew heavy, the kind of silence that presses against the skin and makes the soul whisper run.She stood at the edge of the temple ruins, staring up at the Eclipse Moon. It was steady—too steady. The light no longer pulsed with life; it held, rigid, as though straining against something unseen.“Elion,” she called quietly.He appeared beside her, cloak whipping in the strange wind. “I feel it too. The Heart’s pulse—something’s muffling it.”Kimberly closed her eyes. Within her chest, the rhythm that once connected her to the Heart felt faint, distorted, like a voice speaking underwater.And beneath it, she heard something else.A second pulse.Slow. Deep. Hungry.---The Forgotten NameThat night, she dreamed again—but this dream was not her own.She stood on a field of endless night. The stars were gone.