บททั้งหมดของ Lovers For The Blood Moon: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The Breaking MoonSarah’s pulse slowed.Trapped inside the Hollow Tree, she floated in a red haze. Voices whispered through the bark, old and cold. Her hands, pressed to the inside of the trunk, trembled. She couldn’t see the outside, but she could feel John. Screaming. Fighting. Bleeding.She wanted to reach him, but the tree held her like a coffin.“You were chosen,” the voices said. “You are the vow’s echo.”She shook her head weakly. “I didn’t make any vow.”“But you loved him. That’s all it took.”A sharp stab tore through her chest. The roots wrapped tighter, feeding on her heartbeat. Her memories flickered John’s eyes, his voice, the way he held her when she cried.Was that really all it took, one love, one look, one mistake.Outside, the earth roared.John struggled to his feet, covered in dirt and blood. He tore at the roots with his bare hands, ignoring how they sliced his skin.“Let her go!” he shouted. “Take me!”Clint tilted his head, amused. “You already belong to the t

The Blood That RemainsJohn tightened the cloth around his arm. The blood hadn’t stopped dripping since they left the mountain ridge, and every pulse of pain reminded him of what he saw what he became. The silence from Sarah was louder than any scream. She hadn't spoken since Saraphina's ashes were scattered by the winds. Something broke in her too.They reached the old chapel at the edge of Hollow's Spine. A place once sacred, Now it reeked of damp wood, rusted chains, and a history that refused to die.“This is where it ends,” Sarah said quietly, stepping through the ruined doorway.“No,” John corrected. “This is where it began.”Sarah froze.The walls were covered with markings and ancient glyphs, only the marked could read. John’s eyes scanned the symbols. One stood out. A blood crescent. Below it, a name was carved in deep, Lucian Crowe his father.“Why is his name here?” he asked.Sarah moved closer. Her fingers traced the name. “Because he didn’t die fighting the monsters. He c

Veil of DeceptionThe shockwave’s impact still reverberated in John’s chest as he scrambled to his feet, eyes fixed on the fractured obsidian heart now bleeding a dark mist into the chamber. Sarah was beside him, trembling but resolute.Eiran stood unmoved, his silver eyes narrowing. “This is no ordinary darkness. It feeds on doubt, fear… on broken trust.”John’s grip tightened on the amulet. “What do you mean? What’s really happening here?”Eiran’s gaze shifted toward the shadows pooling in the corners of the cavern. “The blood vow you carry is more than a prison it is a curse. And curses, like lies, breed deception.”Sarah swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “So everything we thought was true… might be a lie?”Before John could answer, the ground beneath them rumbled again, and from the dark crevices emerged figures cloaked in shifting shadows. Their faces blurred, features twisted into snarls and sneers.One stepped forward, voice like ice. “The vow’s heirs are weak,

The Hollow AwakensJohn stood at the edge of Black Hollow’s northern ridge, wind tearing through his coat, eyes fixed on the blood-drenched skyline. The once-silent woods now groaned and pulsed as if the earth itself had become a living, breathing thing.Behind him, Sarah stepped closer, her voice low. “We’ve lost contact with the eastern watch. No one’s answering the tower.”John didn’t respond. His grip tightened on the blade at his side no longer just steel, but fused with the priestess’s final enchantment. It shimmered faintly, reacting to the cursed energy rising around them.“I can feel it,” he said finally. “It’s not just the Hollow anymore. Something... older is pulling itself through.”Sarah’s eyes flicked toward the forest. “The townspeople are scared. We’ve kept the truth from them for too long. If Marcus opened that seal, they need to know what we’re facing.”John turned, meeting her gaze. “We tell them... but we lead them too. If the Hollow is rising, then we fight with

The Breaking PointThe crimson glow of the Blood Moon bathed the forest in an eerie light as Sarah stood frozen, her outstretched hand still lingering where the portal had sealed moments ago. John was gone, vanished into the unknown but his piercing crimson eyes remained seared in her memory, haunting and desperate.Beside her, Saraphina tightened her grip around the amulet hanging from her neck, the faint pulse of its light barely holding back the creeping darkness. “We can’t stay here,” she said quietly but firmly. “Every second wasted, the darkness grows stronger.”Elara’s sharp gaze swept the shadowed woods around them, calculating yet tense. “The Blood Moon’s power is tearing the very fabric of our world. If we don’t act soon, it won’t just be John we lose everything will fall into oblivion.”Sarah’s breath hitched, the weight of their fate crashing down on her. “But what can we do? How do we save him?” As they moved closer, the air grew colder, thicker. Sarah felt eyes on them