All Chapters of Lovers For The Blood Moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ashes and EchoesAshes drifted in the wind, silent and soft. The barn lay in ruin behind us, splintered beams and scorched wood glowing faint red in the moonlight. We moved away from it, but I could still feel its heartbeat.John half‑dragged David between us. His skin was cold, eyes fluttering at the edges. Sarah walked ahead, breath shaky, her blade unused but gripped like a lifeline. Daniel followed at the rear, scanning the forest, every shadow suspicious.I swallowed, my throat dry. I looked at Sarah. She looked back at me, eyes haunted, lips trembling. We had just survived hell. Or had we woken something worse?We didn’t speak. The silence stretched longer than any scream.When we reached a hollow slope, John paused. He looked up at the moon. Its red had faded, but it still glowed. Unnatural. Brooding. A warning.“We can’t stop,” John muttered, voice low. “We need to find shelter. Somewhere safe enough to think.”Sarah nodded, though her body shook. David lay between us, skin pa

The Hollow BelowThe air beneath Black Hollow was colder than I ever imagined. The walls of the tunnel swallowed light, echoes bouncing off rough stone. We moved slowly, every sound magnified: breathing, scrapes of boots, the drip of unseen water. John held the torch ahead, its flicker barely pushing back the darkness. Sarah and Daniel flanked David, steadying him. I brought up the rear, scanning every ridge and shadow. The deeper we went, the thicker the air felt. Pressure, like lungs trying to exhale through trapped ribs. The symbols etched on walls glowed faint blue under the torchlight. The spiral mark the same that had branded David and nearly turned the ritual crawled through the stone like veins. John paused before a rock face. “This is it,” he said, voice hushed. “The gate.” The stone door in front of us was massive. Iron-banded, heavy as fear. Engraved with the old sigils: runes, spirals, twisted roots. The key Micah gave Daniel resonated in his hand Daniel slipped it

The DescentThe stairs beneath the sarcophagus were cold and narrow, carved from rough stone and coated in age. The deeper we went, the more the air shifted warmer, moist, metallic. Like blood trapped underground for centuries. John led, torch flickering ahead. Sarah followed, arms still cradling David. I stayed close behind her, while Daniel took the rear, blade drawn, senses sharp. Every step echoed like a warning. The spiral narrowed, and the walls closed in. Roots protruded from the rock, some twitching, others pulsing with a faint red glow. David stirred. “It’s… calling to me.” Sarah looked down at him, worry etched into her face. “What is?” He turned his head weakly toward the darkness. “The voice below. It knows me.” We descended in silence after that. None of us wanted to admit we felt it too the strange pull, like gravity had flipped and was now drawing us into something ancient. Something alive. After what felt like hours, the spiral opened into a vast undergro

The Chains BeneathThe spiral path wound endlessly downward, carved from bone and stone. Each step echoed in the hollow, as if something below was waiting to rise with every footfall. The creature walked beside me without sound, like a shadow that had taken form. Its presence wasn’t comforting but it wasn’t threatening either. More like… a silent guardian of something ancient. “We’re close,” it said. The spiral tightened. A foul smell rose from below sulfur, rotting roots, burnt blood. I gripped the walls for balance. “What is this place?” “The prison,” it answered. “Where the first monster was buried.” “You mean the vessel?” “No,” it said, slower now. “The vessel was created to hold the monster. But the first... was never fully destroyed.” “And Daniel?” The creature’s face darkened. “He remembers the old ways. He’s come to break the last chain.” The ground trembled slightly. A hum rose through the stone a pulse, like a heartbeat buried miles below.We stepped off

Shadow of the TwinDarkness swallowed us after she stepped from the ruins. The air trembled, stone cracked, roots writhed. Everything felt too tight, too close.Sarah gripped David’s arm. John stepped forward, torch raised. Theron stood behind me, silent, his face unreadable.The woman’s eyes glinted gold, her lips curved in a bitter smile. She wore the same mark a spiral faint but real on her wrist.“You’re the twin,” I said, voice raw. “The half I left behind.”She nodded. “I am. The one you sealed outside. The one you erased.”My chest ached. Memories surfaced secrets I didn’t know I carried. She was the shadow I never faced.Theron took a step. “You have her name?”She laughed softly. “I was never named. I was always *the shadow*.”At that word, the cavern walls moaned. Ancient stone shifted. The pit’s glow flickered.David whispered, “She’s tied to the Hollow’s memory.”John exchanged tense glances with Sarah. “We can’t let her free. Not after everything.”“Free?” she spat. “I wa