All Chapters of MOONVEIL : The Blood of the Last Curse: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Prologue

Moonveil, 1810 POV 1 – Celestia "I'm carrying your child, Alpha." The words escaped me like a secret too heavy to bear. My voice was barely a whisper, but I knew he heard it. His shoulders stiffened. The silence between us thickened, hardening like freshly carved stone.I waited for his answer. But all I got was cold.The damp earth clung to my bare feet—cold, yes, but not half as cold as his eyes. Alpha Cassius. His name sounded in my head like an unresolved prayer. He turned aside, walking back into the moonlight, letting it gild his silhouette—like he belonged more to the night than to me."You're... certain?" he muttered his voice reluctantly, like a breeze that daring not to touch. "Certain?" A bitter laugh nearly escaped me. "Alpha, there's life inside me. Your blood and mine—woven together in my womb. There’s nothing in this world more certain than that."He said nothing. As though he could find answers in the tiny river, its surface shimmered with stolen moonlight and h

Last Updated : 2025-04-28

Chapter 1 : Moonlight Beneath the Snow

POV 1 – WillowNew York, 2024My phone buzzed on the table. One message from Leon.[Will, please stay with me tonight. I can’t go back to Vermont. It’s just... too lonely with no one around.]Leon. My best friend since freshman year. Just a regular human with a heart as deep as the ocean and a laugh that could melt winter. But tonight…My eyes shifted to the calendar. December 24th. Christmas arrived the same way it always did—sparkling, loud, fake smiles everywhere, and the same songs playing way too often on TV. I looked out the window of my tiny house, watching the snowfall like little secrets too shy to touch the ground.But more importantly… the full moon. My heart thudded a little faster.My body had been restless since earlier this afternoon. My breathing came heavy at times, my skin itched beneath the surface, and there was that ancient pull in my blood—something primal that surfaced once a month. The urge to shift.I walked over to the bookshelf and pulled a hidden lever at i

Last Updated : 2025-04-30

Chapter 2: The First Seal

I didn’t even have time to fight back. In a split second, my body was yanked into a dark passage hidden behind an old wall I thought was solid. Everything turned black—damp, narrow, suffocating…Then a voice whispered in my ear—deep, sharp, and hauntingly familiar. "Not here, Willow. You’ll kill anyone who sees you shift."I gasped, trembling. Before I could ask who he was, the darkness swallowed us both."What pack are you from?" he asked at last. The question hit me like thunder in a storm. No pleasantries, no distractions. Just a demand for raw honesty.I eyed him warily. “Why do you want to know?”He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer with calm, deliberate steps. “Because I’m a werewolf too.”I straightened up, still shaking. “Xander… You’re—?”I didn’t have time to think. But I knew him—he was my college mate, different major, but familiar.My body trembled violently. It felt like a thousand needles danced beneath my skin—sharp, searing, torturous. My breathing was ragged, the ai

Last Updated : 2025-04-30

Chapter 3: The Moon’s Trace

My heart still carried the trace of a kiss I never asked for—stolen by a man who vanished without a word.Xander.Even his name tasted bitter on my tongue. The man who marked my body without permission and left me drowning in unanswered questions, as if I was nothing more than a fleeting nightmare. How dare he.I straightened my back, brushing off the remnants of last night from my body and mind. I’m the daughter of Alpha Moonveil—not some girl to be used and discarded.“I need to get home,” I whispered to myself. A command meant to rally my limbs and spirit, though it felt more like a desperate attempt to pull myself together. Just enough strength to walk back to my house in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn.The pain from shifting still pulsed through every inch of my body. My skin burned as if scoured raw, stained with dirt and dried blood. I was a mess. And what annoyed me most wasn’t just the pain—it was the kiss. And the bite.When I pushed open the front gate, I saw Leon pacing in front of

Last Updated : 2025-04-30

Chapter 4 : The Unrecorded Blood

I could tell something was off about my father. Since last night, he’d been quieter than usual, his gaze heavy with unshed rain. This morning, when I came downstairs, he was already waiting at the dining table, untouched toast in front of him, staring at the steam rising from his teacup. "Willow," he finally said, his voice distant, like it had traveled through time just to reach me. "Come with me to study." His tone left no room for argument. There was something in it—a heavy resignation, as if he’d finally surrendered to a secret buried too long. We walked through the long halls of Moonveil Manor, our footsteps echoing against the old wooden floors, past the portraits of ancestors whose silent eyes followed us from the walls. The study door creaked open, revealing the scent of old leather-bound books, dust, and long-extinguished candles. In the center of the room stood a circular oak bookshelf, where my father stopped. His hand reached for one of the oldest volumes—bound in

Last Updated : 2025-04-30

Chapter 5: Shadows That Follow

The Christmas break had ended, leaving behind streets once blanketed in snow now reduced to frozen puddles. The campus had sprung back to life, though the biting cold still lingered like an unfinished secret. Leon waited for me by the dorm gates, leaning casually against the post in his favorite leather jacket, wearing that signature grin of his—too wide for such a gloomy day. But I knew better. Behind those sunglasses and that easygoing façade, Leon had the sharp eyes of an eagle, always reading the room, always sensing the shift in my mood. "Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," he said, his tone dripping with that fake nonchalance he loved to affect. "Miss Moonveil, fresh from the land of secrets and snowstorms." I only raised an eyebrow in response. Normally, I’d fire back with equal sarcasm, but today, my lips felt too heavy to speak. Leon lowered his sunglasses, squinting at me like I was a puzzle he needed to solve. "Okay, what the hell is going on with you?"

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Chapter 6: The Scent of Perfume and Old Memories

"I’m here to fight for a childhood love that never got its chance."That sentence still echoes in my mind even as Enzo falls into step beside me and Leon, as if he’s always belonged here—a ghost from my past who never truly left. He greets people as we walk, flashing that effortless, charming smile, nodding with the kind of confidence that makes heads turn, he walks with warmth in his step, his presence commanding the space around him like he owns it.."I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned," Leon mutters under his breath, low enough that only I can hear. "He’s got that… modern-day Casanova energy. Dangerous.""He’s always been like that," I murmur, more to myself than to him. Enzo glances back, grinning. "Talking about me? Rude to whisper behind a handsome man’s back."Leon scoffs. "Handsome is subjective. Narcissistic? Absolute."I look away. The comment hits too close to home—too honest. "You might’ve forgotten, will. But I never did. You were my only real childhood

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Chapter 7 – Signs Left Unanswered

Students bustled around me—laughter, random conversations, and the soft hum of the vending machine blending into a background that should’ve felt normal.But my mind was still caught on Enzo—on his voice, his smile, his gaze, and the way he said my name like it was a poem he'd memorized by heart.His presence was a low rumble under my skin—unsettling, yet magnetic.The memory vanished when the sharp scent of dry earth and wind hit my senses—an unfamiliar smell.My instincts flared, the hairs on my arms standing on end.Something else had entered my orbit.Heavier. Deeper.I turned—and my heart skipped a beat.Xander.He strode down the main steps, black jacket whipping in the chill of early spring.Among the campus crowd, his presence crackled like lightning in a clear sky.Students glanced at him briefly, uneasy without knowing why—like small animals sensing a predator nearby.Our eyes locked. He didn’t look away.His eyes were pitch black, but a faint red glow burned behind them.No

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

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