All Chapters of BLOOD AND MOONLIGHT: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I’ve lived for centuries and heard countless tales about the so-called Destiny Child," Darius sneered as he circled me like a predator. "Rumored to be the one who will stop me and Maledicta. Let’s see what you’re truly made of, child.""It’s a shame you think you can destroy me so easily. Ask Merlin the greatest wizard of all time, according to your people. He died by my hand, unable to even stand on equal ground with me." He laughed coldly. "Now, I’ll give you one last chance. Choose your fate wisely. Join me and Maledicta, and we will rule this world in perfect harmony. That’s the true balance of power.""I’ll say this a million times if I have to," I replied, my voice firm and unwavering. "I will never join you. As long as I still breathe, I’ll fight for those I love and ensure you never succeed in your twisted plans.""Then let’s see what you’re really made of," he smirked and in an instant, the world around me shifted.Suddenly, I found myself standing on a battlefield littered

The sky had gone still no wind, no sound, not even the breath of the earth below. Time itself seemed to hold its breath as I stood face to face with the one being who had unraveled everything I thought I knew.The Void Monarch.He hovered like a living void, a silhouette against a starless sky, his form shifting and warping like a broken mirror reflecting the darkness between worlds. His voice didn’t just echo in the air it echoed in my bones, in my soul.“You were never meant to exist, Emily.”My heart clenched.“What?” I whispered, the word barely audible over the silence.He extended a hand, and between us appeared a swirling orb of cosmic light and shadow within it, images danced like fragmented memories: the Moon Goddess crying into a sea of stars, Merlin sealing a spell with trembling hands, and…me. A baby wrapped in silver light, born from a rift that should never have opened.“You are a cosmic anomaly,” the Monarch murmured. “The prophecy was never about you saving the world i

The earth cracked beneath my feet.Not just a tremor or a shake but a deep, violent splitting that roared like the end of the world. I stumbled back as the sky bled shadows, and something ancient began to rise from the shattered crust of the Forgotten Realm.At first, it was only a whisper.Then came the screaming.Clawed hands, pale and rotting, broke free from the soil. Bodies grotesque and inhuman began to crawl out of the abyss. Not demons. Not vampires. Not anything I’d ever seen before. These things were older. Wrong. Their very presence made the air turn sour and thick with decay.The Void Monarch… he stepped back.For the first time, real fear crossed his face.“No,” he hissed. “They were supposed to sleep forever.”“What are they?” I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands.He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us.Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of pla

The journey to the ruins of the First Moon was unlike anything we had faced before. The land we crossed was haunted by the echoes of a world that had long since forgotten peace. Trees bled sap as dark as ink, whispering curses through rustling leaves. Rivers ran backward. And the moon, once a beacon of guidance for my kind, now hung fractured in the sky watching me like a broken eye.Kiran walked at my left, his expression unreadable, jaw clenched and knuckles white as he gripped the hilt of his blade. Lucien was to my right, every step he took silent, his vampire senses constantly scanning for danger. And somewhere between the two of them, I was trying to hold myself together.Azrael’s warning still rang in my ears: “Only by reaching the First Moon will you understand who you truly are.”But with each mile we traveled, the burden of destiny grew heavier. I wasn't just the Child of the Moon anymore. I was the Gate. The key to everything. The destruction. The rebirth. I wasn’t even sur

The silence here was unlike anything I had ever known. It wasn’t empty it pulsed, like a heartbeat echoing through eternity. The First Moon wasn’t a place so much as it was a feeling timeless, ethereal, suspended between what was and what could still be.I took another step forward, the soft moss beneath my feet glowing faintly with every movement. Everything shimmered in silver hues, as if the world had been dusted with starlight. I could feel the power humming beneath my skin old, ancient, and yet somehow familiar.This place was alive.It remembered.Whispers flitted around me, soft voices carried by the wind memories, perhaps, or remnants of those who had once stood where I was now. The Moon Children. My predecessors. Or maybe... fragments of myself.Then I saw her.At first, I thought it was just another illusion. But as she stepped from the shadows of the silver trees, I felt it a shift, deep and resonant, like the moon itself was holding its breath.She was radiant.A woman dre