All Chapters of Blood and moonlight : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava stormed out of her room, her bare feet silent against the stone floors, but her thoughts roared. “I’m tired of this,” she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with fury. “If you want to speak to me, come to me face to face. Stop haunting my dreams like a coward.”“And who are you talking to?”The voice pulled her sharply from her thoughts. Lord Elias stood by the corridor’s arch, arms folded, his gaze sharp and unreadable.“Oh, Father…” Ava said quickly, straightening. “I was just… thinking about something.”He narrowed his eyes at her, but didn’t push. “Go and call me Marcus.”“Yes, Father.” She turned away quickly, masking her trembling hands.⸻Marcus’s chamber was just down the hall, dimly lit by candlelight. When she knocked, the door opened almost instantly.“Ava?” he asked, concern lining his face.“Father wants to see you. Right now,” she said, voice clipped, mind still fogged by the dream… and the name. That name she couldn’t shake.They returned to the hall, wh

Moonlight cast silver shadows across the stone floor of the infirmary. Ava stood near the shelves of herbs and vials, her breath caught in her throat as Marcus wrapped the bandage on her arm.“I know you’re watching me,” she whispered.Marcus didn’t respond immediately, but his hand stilled. “I’m not like the others,” he finally said. “I’m not afraid of you.”“Then help me,” she said, turning to him fully. “I need to leave. Tonight.”His brows furrowed. “Ava—”“To meet him,” she whispered. “The one from the dreams.”Marcus sighed and looked away. “You don’t know what you’re walking into.”“I know exactly what I’m walking away from,” she said firmly. “Please. Just this once… choose me over him.”His silence was an answer.And then—he nodded.⸻They slipped through the tunnels beneath the west wall. Marcus handed her a black cloak as the wind howled above the trees. “This will mask your scent. For a while.”Marcus stood in the tunnel’s mouth as Ava looked back one last time.“If he betr

Ava had never known silence to be so loud.As the forest stretched out before them, cold wind brushing against her face, she clutched the cloak Marcus had draped around her before helping her flee. It smelled faintly of her mother — or at least, what Ava imagined her mother must’ve smelled like. Soft roses, and something heavier… like fate.Beside her, Achi rode without speaking. His jaw was tense, his eyes fixed on the path ahead, but his fingers occasionally brushed against hers on the reins. A small touch that said, I know you’re scared. I’m scared too.After what felt like hours, the forest broke into a moonlit clearing — and Ava saw it.A hidden valley tucked beneath the hills. Ancient trees rose like watchtowers, their bark glinting silver in the moonlight. Scattered between them were wooden cottages, built low to the ground, half-swallowed by moss and earth. She could hear laughter from one home, the clang of steel from another. It wasn’t the bloodthirsty werewolf den she had i

The ash from the scroll hadn’t settled.It danced in the air around them, glowing faintly, refusing to fall—like time itself was holding its breath.Ava clutched the last unburnt edge of the scroll. It hadn’t vanished entirely. One final line had revealed itself beneath the flame, etched in ink that shimmered like starlight.Her voice was barely audible as she read it aloud:“Only the child born of blood and moon may cast the Binding of Aeon—a spell so ancient it can lock the gods beyond the veil of time. But such a spell demands more than power. It must be sealed by true love… or it will fail.”The silence that followed was deafening.Even the fire stilled.Achi took a slow step toward her. “The Binding of Aeon… that’s in the ancient book, isn’t it?”Darius nodded, his face pale. “It’s a spell older than any coven, older than any pack. It’s not just forbidden. It was lost.”“Not lost,” Ava whispered. “Hidden. And they never expected me to live long enough to find it.”She stood, her

The iron gates of the coven stayed closed behind them, cold and unmoving, but Ava didn’t look back.Her home was gone.Her people had turned their backs.Her father had cast her out like she was nothing more than a rebellious child.But standing between Marcus and Darius, feeling the weight of their loyalty, Ava realized something deeper than the ache in her chest:She wasn’t alone.Not anymore.Marcus squeezed her shoulder firmly. “We move forward,” he said, his voice low and steady.“No matter what’s waiting.”The moonlight slithered between the trees as they made their way into the wild, each step pulling them further from the life they had known — and deeper into the unknown.For hours, they traveled through dense woods. The night was thick, heavy, whispering things Ava could almost understand.Memories not her own flickered at the edge of her mind — strange ruins, ancient chants, a power so vast it tasted like lightning on her tongue.At last, Marcus stopped at a half-buried ston