All Chapters of Lovers For The Blood Moon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Awakening BelowBeneath Black Hollow, something stirred.It wasn't flesh, It wasn't spirit, It was the weight of centuries, the buried hunger of a promise twisted too long, the Spiral hadn't been erased by Sarah's light it had been dislodged. And now it sought a new anchor.Sarah stood at the heart of the ruined altar, breathing heavily. The beam from the moon had faded, but its mark remained burned into her skin circular, wild, and unreadable, a new sigil, her own.John rushed to her, catching her as her knees buckled.“You shouldn’t have stepped into it,” he whispered.“I had to,” she said through trembling lips. “It wasn’t just about ending it. It was about claiming it before something else did.”Seraphina circled them slowly, her expression unreadable. “That light… wasn’t Spiral magic.”“No,” Sarah said, lifting her eyes toward the cracked moon. “It was before the Spiral. It belonged to the first vow.”John frowned. “What vow?”“The one made between wolf and moon,” Seraphina a

Ashes and AscensionFlames tore through Black Hollow like a prophecy fulfilled.The trees screamed, the soil split Creatures born of Spiral residue clawed through roots, dragging themselves upright with broken joints and twitching smiles. The altar behind Sarah crumbled in slow motion, like the vow itself was being ground to dust.In the center of it all stood David Holt twisted, grinning, monstrous.The Spiral hadn’t just infected him.It had crowned him.“Welcome to your legacy, Moonborn,” he hissed. “You took the vow now you’ll choke on it.”Sarah’s silver eyes flickered once.Then she ran straight at him.She didn’t shapeshift, she didn’t scream, She moved like a force, body fueled by the god now slumbering inside her. The moment her hand connected with his chest, the Spiral symbols on his skin flared.But they didn’t repel her, they welcomed her.David’s eyes widened. “You’re… still bound.”She gritted her teeth. “No. I’m what comes after the binding.”And then she shoved the pow

What the Ashes Hid John had seen blood before, he’d been haunted by dreams soaked in it, But this this was worse, this was real. Ash clung to his clothes as he trudged toward the crumbled ruins of Black Hollow's chapel. The red sky pulsed above him like a warning Behind him, silence reigned, no wind, no birds, only the hum. The Spiral had awakened. And it was calling him. “John!” Sarah's voice cracked as she raced toward him, hair wind-whipped, eyes wide with fear. He stopped walking. His arms hung heavy, blood dripping from his fingertips. His eyes once storm-gray now glowed faint red. Sarah skidded to a stop in front of him, gripping his shirt. “What happened to you?” John looked past her, toward the ruins. “She’s waking up.” “Who?” she asked, chest heaving. He didn’t answer, not immediately. Saraphina arrived behind her, face pale. “The Priestess,” she said softly. “The one buried beneath the chapel.” Kaelen stepped forward next, sword already drawn. “Then

Between the RealmsJohn floated or maybe he was falling.He wasn’t sure where the space ended or where his body began anymore. There was no ground, no sky, just streaks of gold and crimson light cutting through a black nothingness. He could feel something pulling at him, not like gravity but memory. Every thought he tried to grab dissolved before it formed.Except for one, Sarah.Her name was the only anchor he had. The only thing that reminded him who he was."You're not supposed to be here," a voice murmured, echoing in the dark.John turned or at least, tried to. In front of him, a man stood in the void, dressed in long, battle-worn robes. His face was eerily familiar. The same storm-gray eyes. The same jaw.“You’re…”The man nodded. “Your father.”John blinked, stunned. “You died.”“I was sacrificed. So will you… unless you do what I couldn’t.”John’s fists clenched. “No. I’m not dying here. I’m getting back to her.”“You think love will save you?” his father asked, his voice shar

The Show UpJohn’s breath hitched as the cold air pressed harder against his skin, the faint glow of the blood moon bleeding through the cracks in the forest canopy. The voices, the whispered cries from another time swirled inside his mind. His mother’s apparition shimmered just beyond the line of sight, her sorrowful eyes locked on him like a silent plea. Sarah stood close, her hand clenched tight around his, grounding him when everything else felt like it was slipping away. The shadows stretched longer, pulling at the edges of their reality. The forest seemed alive, watching. Waiting.“I never wanted this for you, John,” the voice broke the heavy silence soft, yet laced with an unbearable weight.John swallowed hard. “Why now? Why show yourself after all these years?”The ghost’s form flickered as if struggling against some unseen force. “Because the blood moon demands the truth... and the sacrifice.”Sarah’s grip tightened. “We’ll face it together.” John nodded, but inside, the s