All Chapters of Lovers For The Blood Moon: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

A Town That ForgotJohn stared at the familiar streets of Black Hollow, but something was off.No boarded windows, no scent of blood in the wind, no signs of the uprising that had gutted the town only days ago.Children played in the square.Vendors laughed behind fruit stalls.And no one looked twice at him or Sarah.Sarah stepped beside him, brows furrowed. “This isn’t right.”“It’s like we were erased,” John muttered.A man passed them, tipping his hat. “Beautiful day, ain’t it?”Sarah turned to him. “Do you know who I am?”He blinked. “Should I?”She pressed. “What about Clint? Or the mayor?”He chuckled. “Mayor? Black Hollow doesn’t have one.”John’s fists clenched. “We need to find Callen.”They walked the full stretch of the old town, the church was gone, no symbol of the Hollow, no altar. The ground where the blood moon ceremony had taken place? Paved over. A playground now stood there.It was as if none of it had ever happened.They returned to the inn though it looked nothi

The Final PactNow, it stretched beyond the town, creeping like veins across the land, swallowing trees, roads, and cities. It was no longer hiding in the dark, it was the dark.And at its core, Sarah.John followed the sound. His steps echoed as he crossed the ruins. The same playground that had once sat on the lake now stood scorched and empty. Swings twisted in the wind. The merry-go-round spun slowly, though no one was near.He found the church rebuilt in black stone.Its door, open, Inside, silence, and then voices.Not whispers, chants, he stepped in.The pews were filled with followers of the Hollow. Eyes glowing faintly, murmuring in sync.At the front of the altar stood a figure, not Callen, but Saraphina, alive, and changed.She wore the priestess's crown, and her voice echoed like a bell struck too hard. “The Chosen has returned,” she announced, her eyes landing on John. “The blood moon has claimed him again.”The congregation turned to face him.“Where is Sarah?” John ask

The First Heir ReturnsJohn’s boots hit the broken stone ground as the Hollow trembled. Light surged around him, wild, ancient, unrelenting. His body pulsed with heat from the Crown, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. He was no longer just a man, not anymore.He could feel the bloodline stirring.He was the First Heir and the Hollow knew it.Across the altar’s remains, Sarah struggled to rise. Her gown, once white, now stained in ash and blood, clung to her frame. The air between them sparked with threads of power, binding them across a battlefield neither had chosen but both refused to abandon.The cloaked figure on the throne didn’t move.But its presence swallowed everything.“Who are you?” John demanded, stepping forward.The figure slowly lifted its head.The face beneath the hood was his, not exactly but close.Same jawline, same eyes, but older, sharper, worn.“I am what you were supposed to become,” the figure said. “What your father died trying to prevent.”Sarah whispe

The Heart of the HollowJohn collided with the Blood Father with everything he had left grief, fury, and love blazing in his veins. They crashed to the floor, stone cracking under their weight. Time seemed to stall around them. There were no monsters, no throne, no screams just this final reckoning between blood and betrayal.The Blood Father’s claws raked across John’s side, tearing through fabric and skin, but John didn’t care. He struck back, his fists slamming into the twisted face of the man who once stood as family. Each blow echoed with years of loss.“You destroyed our name,” John rasped. “You turned it into a curse.”“You fool,” the Blood Father spat, lurching up. “I saved this place, I gave it fear, strength, power to survive.”“No,” John growled. “You caged it in your madness.”John reached for the gleaming black crown on the Blood Father’s head and tore it free. The Hollow trembled.The crown pulsed in his grip, golden veins twitching like they were alive. The moment he to

The Shattered SealJohn’s scream echoed through the chamber, raw and instinctive. Dust rained from the cracked ceiling as the altar closed over Saraphina like a stone mouth. One moment she was reaching for him wide-eyed, silent. The next, she was gone.“No,” he breathed, stumbling forward. His fingers clawed uselessly at the cold stone. “No, no.”Sarah fell beside him, her knees hitting the floor hard. She was pale, trembling, blood smearing her lips. The magic had cost her. “She wasn’t supposed to take it,” she whispered. “I was the vessel. It should have been me.”John turned to her, wild. “What do you mean? What the hell just happened?”“She took the seal,” Sarah said, shaking. “The Hollow's prison it needed a soul to anchor it, i was meant to be the seal… but Saraphina absorbed it instead.”The ground beneath them pulsed.John stood, heart pounding. “Then we get her back.”Sarah grabbed his arm. “You don’t understand. She’s not just trapped, she is the Hollow now.”His blood ran c