บททั้งหมดของ Descendant OF The Last Red Moon (English Version): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Matt! No! Please, Matt, don't! This isn't you... this isn't who you are!" Her voice, raw with terror, cracked on the last words, which echoed loudly through the forest. She remembered the Matt she knew: the man who held her hand gently, who laughed softly at her jokes, whose eyes held nothing but warmth and affection. This creature before her, eyes blazing with a hellish light, fangs bared in a snarl, was a grotesque parody of that man. The transformation was complete, a horrifying metamorphosis from the man she loved to a savage beast. Ella slowly walks toward Matt. Everyone around is alert. Everyone is in position. One wrong step from her and one wrong move from Matt, all their hard work will vanish like smoke in the air. "She knew her words were pointless, but she was losing her mind. She felt sorry for Matt's fate, pitying him. She regretted their possible beautiful and happy future. Because of her, Matt was turning into a monster just to protect her. If only she could turn bac

Matt took a swig of beer and went to the restroom. He was about to enter the men's restroom when Matt smelled something. It was so fragrant, intoxicating. A kind of smell that invigorated him. Matt didn't realize he was following that fragrance. He found himself standing outside the ladies' room door. He almost sniffed all the women coming out from inside. Several women had passed by, but none of them had the fragrance he was craving. Matt changed positions. He leaned against the other wall, opposite the angle of the door. He could smell that fragrance more strongly there, as if it was giving him new strength."Where is she?" Matt asked impatiently. It had been years since he smelled something like this. It was almost nine years. Matt paused for a while. Yeah, it had been nine hell years. Ella didn't know what was happening to her. She was fine when she entered the restroom. After using the bathroom, she tried to wash her face. Her face was already a bit oily. She took out her press

Despite the darkness, the woman's pale face was visible in his eyes. He could still smell her tears, born of fear and helplessness. The woman struggled to breathe, her gasps sounding strained. She was sweating profusely and almost choking. Matt had to make a decision. Should he save this woman's life or not? Matt shook his head and smirked, unable to believe what he was about to do. Either way, whether he helped her or not, he would be putting her in danger.Matt was freaking out. He couldn't control himself, his emotions were a raging inferno. He stood, ready to go to Ella, when—boom! A huge crash, then screams, then chaos. The lights went out, plunging the place into darkness. He smelled gunpowder and heard heavy breathing—guys closing in. Toffee grabbed him."Dude, let's get out of here!"But Matt was frozen. He saw shadows, felt the stink of sweat, but Ella's fear—that was the strongest scent. He could practically hear her heartbeat, a frantic drum against the sudden silence. She

Matt watches Ella from a distance, he can still see her from the building 5 meters from where he is. It has been 3 months since he started tailing her and ensuring she is safe every night. It gives him much relief to see that she is fine. But Matt notices one thing about her. She seems to have no friends and no family with her. My woman is living alone.Whoa! Matt, where did that "my woman" come from suddenly, dude? Matt told himself and chuckled, then smiled. When he saw her that night, he knew that what he was after was her scent; it was her scent that drew him to her- well, that's what he wanted to believe.But after tailing her, watching her from a distance, and smelling all her traces from those places she has been. He found himself drawn to her more. He began to miss her, he couldn't go on with his day without seeing her. Slowly, he became more into her and addicted to her. And tonight, he realized something.He's in love with her. Not because of her scent but because it is her.

Matt, hidden behind the rusting hulk of a discarded car, felt the tremor of Ella's fear as a physical wave. He heard the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat, a frantic drumbeat against the night's silence. He'd left her deliberately, a calculated risk to confirm his suspicions, but the gnawing anxiety was a bitter taste in his mouth. He remained motionless, his senses hyper-alert, his eyes like burning coals in the gloom, scanning the shadows with a fierce intensity born of worry and a simmering rage. The air crackled with unspoken tension.He scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp and unwavering, searching for any hint of an impending attack. A fresh wave of glacial terror washed over Ella. It wasn't simply the darkness; it was the suffocating, unyielding silence, punctuated only by the frantic, thumping rhythm of her own heart, a desperate tattoo against the stillness of the night. Clawing, primordial panic constricted her throat, a sinister vise squeezing the air from her lungs. She