All Chapters of MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The healers called it cognitive rupture.I called it my worst nightmare.Kael opened his eyes, sunlight grazing the scar on his brow. But when he looked at me, really looked, there was no recognition.His pupils narrowed.“Where… am I?”Selene froze behind me. The color drained from Auron’s face.My throat tightened. “You’re safe,” I whispered. “You’re home.”He blinked slowly, then tilted his head, suspicious. “Who are you?”My heart cracked.Not even a flicker of familiarity. Not even the softness in his voice that used to be mine.We told him the lie the healers crafted: that he was a war hero who lost fragments of memory due to a curse backlash.We didn’t tell him he’d died in my arms.That his soul had bargained for me.That I was the reason he forgot.“I feel like I’m dreaming someone else’s life,” he said the next morning, fingers trailing over the hilt of the obsidian blade. “This weapon… I know it. But I don’t.”“That blade saved the kingdom,” I murmured. “You were… someone f

The silence after Arenya’s destruction wasn’t peace, it was a wound waiting to reopen.Kael collapsed.One moment, he stood tall beside me, his magic burning through shadows. The next, he crumpled like a marionette cut from its strings, blood trickling from his nose, his eyes dazed, haunted.“Kael!”I dropped beside him, cradling his body. His breathing was shallow. His skin burned ice cold. Selene and Edgar rushed in, but the moment they saw his state, even Edgar’s sarcastic mouth went dry.“His mind,” Selene breathed. “It’s... overcompensating. The memories returning too fast, it’s tearing through him.”I pressed my forehead against his.“He remembered me. That should’ve healed him…”Edgar shook his head. “No. It broke the seal on everything else. The battles. The torture. The curse-binding. His brain’s reliving every trauma at once. Like a thousand knives.”Kael convulsed in my arms.“Make it stop,” I whispered. “Please.”Selene dropped to her knees, fingers glowing. “There’s only

The fire crackled low in the war room hearth, casting flickering shadows across the map-strewn table. I sat at the head, my arms folded, m gaze sharp but distant. My fingers drummed lightly against the wood, not from impatience, but from thought. Callum Vire stood at my right side, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but alert.It had been six days since Kael left. Six days of silence. No messages. No return. No explanation, and still, no peace.I hadn’t cried. Not once. I didn’t have time for tears. Or sentiment. Or the ghosts of someone who had shattered my trust like stained glass beneath booted feet, but I did have time for questions. For plans, and for allies, especially the kind with dangerously charming smiles and a twisted past that rivaled Kael’s.“So,” I finally said, not looking up, “what’s the real reason you came back from exile, Callum?”He leaned against the table, that grin tugging at his lips. “Straight to the point. I like that.”“I’m not here to flirt.”“Pity,”

I stormed into the fortress like a blade unsheathed. I didn’t speak to anyone, ignored guards, skipped the council meeting, and climbed the spiraling stairs to the tower I once shared with Kael. My chest ached with betrayal and something heavier, grief. Not the kind you cry through, but the kind that calcifies in your bones.Kael had died.No, worse, he had chosen to become something else, something unreachable.I slammed the door behind me and pressed both palms to the cold stone wall. My breaths came out in ragged pulls as I tried to steady myself, but the memory of Kael’s voice still echoed.“The curse is no longer free. It’s inside me.”And the way he’d said it, with no regret, no fear, sent an iciness down my spine.There was no trace of the man who once kissed my knuckles like they were relics. No tremble in his voice when he said my name. No fire in his eyes that matched mine when the world tried to tear them apart.She hadn’t just lost him.She’d lost what they were. Callum fo

The Rotunda's silence was deceptive, beneath its grand stained-glass dome, it echoed with unreadable tension. The aftermath of the battle had settled like dust on every surface, but peace was far from ours. Kael stood beside me, fingers intertwined with mine, his jaw tight and eyes distant. There was a question lingering in him he hadn’t asked yet.Edgar flapped by and perched on the rim of a shattered chandelier. “We still pretending everything’s fine, or can I start the sarcasm now?”I smirked. “Start small. We’re still breathing.”Selene entered, hair damp with rain, eyes sharp with something unreadable. She dropped a scroll on the table between us. “You need to see this.”Kael lifted it first. A Council seal, broken.Inside, a confession inked in charcoal strokes:“The blood curse had a twin. A secondary enchantment locked behind a single mind. Not Lyra. Not Kael. Selene.”My fingers went cold. “What is this?”Kael read the next line aloud, slower this time:“Should the first curs