All Chapters of Blood Rust (Moon Sinner I): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

25 Chapters

Prologue (S)

Fire and smoke. Ringing in my ears. The rubble of the house pressed down onto my legs, dust and smoke suffocating the air and my lungs. I'm dizzy, my vision is not focusing. It was all sudden. The first thing I heard was the bell from the pastor, swinging it wildly as he ran through the village like a madman. Yelling 'attack' and 'run', the rest of his words mumbled by his unstable breathing. Passing wolves froze, the family I was cleaning for growing silent, shocked that the respected pastor, persona all went to for some security and confession, would be spilling such words. I had only looked out the kitchen window when a propelled boulder fell from the sky. Pastor’s last, squealed word was 'Salvalor' before he was crushed by it. Panic struck fast, my feet moving towards the living room from the kitchen, the family I was cleaning for was still there. A blast through the roof reeled me back, another boulder crashing through from the sky. I was on the floor as the ceiling collapsed,

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Aftermath (S)

Stories began ages ago, when the Great Lycan King still ruled all packs. When his hand brought unity between the shifters, the wolves and lycanthropes lived in tolerance of each other. Salvalor always had a shady reputation; their popularity amongst other packs was dead and buried for the cruel ways enforced and the brutality they brought with them. Always the root of trouble, but the sharpest spear of the Kingdom. It wasn’t a secret that back then, the Alpha of Salvalor wanted the Throne. But he couldn’t even begin to fill the shoes of the Lycan King. Until all hell broke loose. Details are unclear, and most of those who had survived the purge died quickly afterwards. Those who didn't choose to talk about it, hence the gaping hole in history. The purge brought Lycans to extinction, and external forces succeeded in the coup. The King’s head hung on the castle gates until it rotted and melted away, and what became of his lineage no one knows. The first that ran was Salvalor, with an o

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Aftermath (M)

Exhausting night. Rewarding, nonetheless. The ravine passage is within grasp. The way ancestors took to the Monastery within the mountain too. If the information Nazir collected is true, the last vial should be within the catacombs. Blood of Silas. The first of the first. A wolf that transfigured into a Lycan. When he fell, the ancestors took his blood and sought out the monks within the mountains. Ones who had sealed away their wolves and swore to celibacy. To preserve the bloodline, they sealed three vials across Earth. One of them is on this continent. 'I will have it. I must.' Gazing out the window of this rustic pack house, the fire outside was lit by my wolves. The corpses will turn to ash and return to the Earth. Where do they belong? The sound of heavy footsteps briefly takes my attention from the burning dead. A slight tug at the bond makes Nazir’s presence known. “Will she run?” The necessary harshness has evaporated from me for now. My wolf, Valac, has settled. I can fe

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Aftermath (S)

'I could run. Jump out the window.' The guard is standing pretty far away from it, talking to another wolf. I could time it. My ankle is burning. Every step feels like hot nails are being hammered into the bone. The attempt would end in failure. Plus, I have nowhere to go. I imagine all the packs before mine were already buried in the ground. What is left of them merged with the Salvalor pack or was sold into slavery. I’m lucky enough that I’m still breathing. The dark skinned Lycan left me in a room with a connecting bathroom. I’m struggling with just taking off my shirt as I shuffle towards the bathtub. My ribs are definitely broken; every effort I make and breath I take makes me shudder in pain. As I reach the bathtub, I strip from the torn garments. Turning on the faucet, I sit on the edge and lift my left foot to it. Taking off the ripped piece of my pants from my ankle, I close my eyes when it tugs at the dried blood over the gash. The blood had dried and created a crust with th

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

A Journey's Start (S)

Rushing footsteps, banging of doors, and loud voices followed by howls are what wake me. My eyes open heavily, panic springing me to my feet as I realize I fell asleep in this tiny storage room. I quickly check myself before exiting. The sight is what the sound portrays; wolves scuttling around as they bring in fresh kills and pack them up, some waking from their easily disturbed slumber, others already waiting to get a move on. The Tyrant did say we would move at dawn. By the looks of it, time draws near. So I went back to the room, where I had changed my clothes, to find some better ones for the trip.As I pack, I think of everything that’s happened. Everything that will happen. I’m leaving my home. Ruined, desecrated, my pack murdered by the one I now serve. Whether it’s luck that’s dancing on my side, or the fact that I lacked loyalty, either way, the tide has turned in my favor. There’s no use in dwelling on it.'Or so I tell myself.'Strapping up the bag that I found, my hands pa

Last Updated : 2025-04-29

A Journey's Start (S)

A bad start, I admit. I should've kept my mouth shut, but because of my safety, I didn't. Not to say I was wrong about how long it would take us. As of right now, I'm staring at the walls of the cave. We're deeper in, but had to stop and wait for the wolves that got left behind. The Tyrant has some semblance of...responsibility for the wolves in his pack. So I'm sitting on a damp rock a few steps away from the group, occasionally glancing at them. The others have dressed in clothes they brought.Not Malphas. No. He's swinging his 'weapon' around like it's a show, completely comfortable with everyone being able to see everything. Well, almost everyone. I certainly am not.Sighing, I look away from the group once again, casting my gaze into the darkness of the path within this cave. It’s dark, damp, and smells like wet dog. Humidity is high, causing the tunnel to feel stuffy. I know the way well, but the darkness makes me uneasy. There are torches placed on the stony walls, each a reaso

Last Updated : 2025-05-03

A Journey's Start (M)

‘Let me taste her,’ Valac’s voice rings in my head, scratching, clawing to come out and take control. I give every ounce of effort to keep him down, struggling with Valac’s sudden desire to pursue the runt. He had been quiet, too quiet. As soon as I stepped closer to her, he became like a moth to a flame. Bruising my mind with his unnerving eagerness to search for a trace of scent. Despite making sure that she had none, he insisted.‘I smelled something,’ he barks, pushing more, ‘I did.’He keeps repeating, circling inside with frustration. He’s never acted like this. His response to anything is to kill or squash. His two favorite words. Yet here and now, he’s like an agitated pup, wanting the piece of meat that isn’t his.Taking deep breaths to keep the power flowing through my veins in check, my eyes watch the tiny runt from afar. She had managed to slip away and was now carefully studying me. As if she’s peeling off the skin of an onion layer by layer. Those eyes, that mouth, that s

Last Updated : 2025-05-08

A Journey's Start (S)

The way down is long. A certain death for most. Even as I keep my gaze straight, I’m acutely aware of the drop should the bridge give in. I’ll die, for sure. But that doesn’t seem to concern anyone. Not even the Tyrant that’s putting me up to this.He’s standing right behind me. Has been for the past minutes that I’ve been working myself up to move. My feet are rooted to the spot. Fear is making me unable to move more than a twitch or two. I keep thinking about the drop, about the bridge, and about how he’s finally showing me how little he cares for someone’s life.Specifically mine.I don’t know why it’s a surprise. Perhaps some sort of foolish hope blossomed in me during that run upstream that I just might be safe under his leadership. Or, should I say, ownership. Breathing deeply isn’t making me any less anxious, the cold sweat makes me shiver as the wind turns sharper, the more time passes.The sound of my heart is in my ears, I can barely hear anything else. Beating fast, skipping

Last Updated : 2025-05-08

Blood of my Blood (S)

Minutes have passed. The little word, said so easily, keeps reappearing in my mind. 'Thanks, ' he said. I haven’t looked up from my hands in my lap since. Sitting on the ground, leaning against a stone wall, that seems to be Malphas' current concern. The narrow, small wooden bridge, which was now hanging off from the side we came from, seemed to lead nowhere. There's nothing here but stone, awkwardly growing grass, and more stone. No way forward, no way back. His disdain towards me only seems to grow. Now and then, I'd see his feet and legs padding towards me, but then he'd turn around and go back to the group. There are twelve of us in total, the space in this indented part of the mountain is big enough to give me and him room. I feel oddly numb. Even as the pain in my limbs, ribs, and the bone in my ankle keeps on throbbing, I feel numb. The emotional rollercoaster I've been on for the past two days is catching up to me, blurring the lines between fear and trepidation. I'm too

Last Updated : 2025-05-13

Blood of my Blood (S)

The evolution of wolves came with explosions. So it was when the first wolf shifted into a human, though the details were unclear in scripts written by the first ancestors. Many who followed believed the moon had blessed them with this power, thus creating superiority amongst other races, especially over humans. The moon was worshipped, becoming an ideology and a religion for most. The idea that a goddess watches over them became a popular opinion.Humans didn't survive long with the mass evolution of wolves, who took over the earth in waves of occupation and slaughter. The race... went extinct within years, and the wolves took over even the tiniest corners of caves. For ages, the hierarchy remained primal, but soon enough, the strongest began to divide. So the Alphas were established. Those who were fastest, strongest, their scents transgressed into intensified aromas that they could control and impact lesser wolves. Then there are the Betas, loyal followers and advisors. Deltas and G

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

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