Semua Bab MOONVEIL : The Blood of the Last Curse: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Brooklyn lay under a thick fog, like the city itself had slipped into an uneasy sleep. But it wasn’t the city that had gone still—it was me. I was the one frozen in place.I woke up curled on the basement floor, like some small creature that had lost its nest. The damp air clung to my skin, not with cold, but with the lingering heat of something that had burned its way out from within me.But more than the heat, it was the voice that haunted me. “Willow… help me…”Soft. Barely a whisper. But it slammed into me like thunder.I didn’t know who he was. But that face—shattered, bloodied, carved by grief and pain—kept flashing behind my eyes. His sobs didn’t just echo in my ears. They embedded themselves into the walls of my mind, stuck there, playing on repeat with no way out.I bit down on my lower lip until it split, the metallic taste of blood sharp on my tongue. Maybe I needed that—something real. Physical pain to anchor me. To patch the cracks forming between the world I knew and th

Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed in the distance, tearing through the stillness of night like a warning. A strange scent drifted into my senses—masculine, thick, and laced with a danger I couldn’t name. When the figure stepped out from the shadows, my breath caught.Black suit. Slicked-back dark hair. And eyes like silver—not reflecting light, but swallowing it whole. His gaze felt like a blade peeling back my soul.“Looks like tonight isn’t your lucky night, Moonveil girl,” he said quietly. His voice was low, rumbling like a storm about to break. There was something cold in his tone, something unplaceable—and deeply unsettling.My reflexes locked into place. I stood straighter, every sense on high alert. He stepped closer—not rushing, but with a weight behind every movement. It wasn’t strength in the physical sense. It was the threat that bled from his very presence.“Need some help?” he asked, lips curling into a thin smile that didn’t offer safety. The kind of smile only worn by

My engine roared as I tailed Enzo’s car, tires screeching as he took a hard left down an unlit road. I didn’t hesitate. He was either leading me to Willow—or straight into a trap. I didn’t have a choice.We wove through the city’s back alleys, flanked by flickering streetlights and looming shadows that felt alive. My breath came fast, heart hammering like a war drum. Then—Enzo slammed his brakes.I barely managed to stop, tires skidding a few feet behind him. He stepped out, straight-backed, standing dead center in the empty street. My eyes narrowed, scanning the area. Something was off.I got out too. The night air hit me with a strange mix of scents—metal, damp earth, and something rotting beneath it all.“You shouldn’t have followed me, Kingsley,” Enzo said. His voice was flat, but there was a tremor underneath. Fear?If Enzo—cold, cocky, royal pain in the ass Enzo—was scared, then whatever was out here wasn’t ordinary. It was something he couldn't fight alone.I stepped closer. “I

“It’s a sign...” Thorne whispered, his voice barely audible beneath the thundering of our broken hearts. “The sky is answering. That lightning—it's not just weather. It’s recognition. This book… it has chosen Willow as the heir of the curse.”My blood stopped cold. My body froze in suffocating silence. My eyes were locked on the open page before me—there, a rough illustration stared back.A woman stood beneath a red moon, her body drenched in blood, surrounded by the corpses of wolves. Her eyes were fixed forward—piercing through the parchment, straight into my soul.They were my eyes.It felt like a mirror from a future bathed in blood, a face born from ancient parchment and a curse that stretched far beyond my birth. I couldn't breathe. No sound escaped my throat.“This… is me,” I murmured, barely audible.Thorne nodded slowly, as if he'd known all along and was merely waiting for fate to arrive. “The legend never spoke a name. But the Elders always said—if lightning strikes a clear

POV: WillowThe silence before their arrival was unbearable.I stood on the front balcony of Moonveil Manor, my fingers gripping the cold stone railing like it could somehow anchor the storm unraveling in my chest. Two cars pulled up the gravel driveway—one sleek and black, the other silver and understated, but no less threatening. Both are unfamiliar. Both... coming for me.Xander stepped out first, tall and commanding in a black coat that trailed behind him like the shadow of war. His gaze locked on me, cold and unyielding, like steel sharpened by something ancient. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The air around him shifted, pulled tight with tension.Then came the other.Enzo exited his silver car with that infuriating confidence—shoulders squared, jaw set, hair effortlessly tousled in that way that made it look intentional. He moved like he owned the earth beneath him, like the ground itself submitted to his stride. And the worst part?They arrived at the same time.I wanted t