All Chapters of Lovers For The Blood Moon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61 The Echo WithinSarah ran.Branches whipped her arms. Thorns tore at her skin, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, the thing that looked like John didn’t chase her, It didn’t need to.It had already followed her inside into her heart, her head, her hope.The worst part wasn’t that he was gone.It was that he still looked like him, the way he stood, the way he said her name, but the eyes, those empty, watchful eyes, they belonged to something else entirely.She didn’t stop until she reached the base of the old watchtower. Her lungs burned, and her legs threatened to give way, but she pushed through the creaking door and slammed it shut behind her.Inside, Theron was pacing, and Dante was rewrapping the wound on his arm.Seraphina looked up the moment Sarah entered. “What happened?”Sarah’s voice came in gasps. “He’s back.”Everyone froze.Theron’s voice was low. “John?”Sarah met his eyes. “No. Not John. Something else wearing him.”Silence.Dante slowly rose. “You sure?”Sarah

Blood of the Gate The spiral groaned louder, its growth echoing through the ruined tower like the cracking of ancient bones.Sarah dragged John back, his skin hot to the touch, his body trembling violently, the gold in his eyes was fading in and out flashing like a dying signal.“Stay with me,” she whispered, pressing her palm to his chest.“I can’t stop it,” John muttered. “It’s using me to open the new gate.”Seraphina stepped into the circle, her face pale but determined. “This one’s not bound to the old magic, It’s evolving, learning.”“It’s alive,” Dante said grimly, sword drawn again.The spiral split, and a hand reached through.Black, veined with pulsing red. Clawed fingers touched the air like it was tasting something.John’s body jolted.“It knows me,” he said through clenched teeth. “It’s my other half.”“No,” Sarah said. “It’s a lie. You are not it.”But John’s mouth twisted, and for a second just one second his voice wasn’t his.“She’s wrong,” the thing said through him.

The Blood Crown John lay on the stone floor, blood seeping from his side, but his hand gripped Sarah’s tightly.“Don’t let it close,” he whispered.Sarah leaned in. “What do you mean?”“The spiral… don’t let it seal. My blood when it touched it, it hurt him. That thing… it’s bound to the curse. My blood’s rejecting it now.”Seraphina knelt beside them, examining the mark on the ground. “He’s right. His blood destabilized the gate for the first time, it’s afraid.”Dante paced, eyes fixed on the lingering red glow. “So what now? We keep bleeding him out until it dies?”“No,” Seraphina said quickly. “We don’t weaken him, we weaponize him.”Theron raised a brow. “You mean make him the curse?”“No,” she corrected. “Make him the one who ends it.”Sarah turned to John. “Can you stand?”He grit his teeth, nodded, and forced himself up. The wound in his side pulsed with power instead of painlike his blood was alive with purpose now.“They choose me to be a vessel,” he said. “Then I’ll carry t

The Queen’s CommandSarah’s breath hitched as the villagers knelt before her, their pale eyes fixed on her like they awaited a command only she could give. The weight of centuries pressed down on her shoulders, heavier than any wound John had ever borne.John’s voice broke the silence. “Sarah, this isn’t you. Don’t listen to whatever that voice is.”She swallowed hard but couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sea of faces bowed to her. A flicker inside her stirred a strange certainty, a power long buried, clawing its way up from the depths.Seraphina’s whisper was sharp. “The spiral calls her. You must fight it.”Sarah’s lips parted, but before she could answer, a cold wind swept through the tower, blowing out the torches and plunging them into darkness.When the light returned, a new figure stood at the entrance a tall man cloaked in shadow, his eyes burning crimson.“Who is that?” John demanded, stepping protectively in front of Sarah.The stranger smiled a cruel, knowing curl of th

The Spiral RealmSarah’s body hit the ground hard but not stone. It was soft, warm.She blinked, heart hammering, surrounded by a thick white mist that pulsed with breath, like the realm itself was alive.Above her, the sky was a swirl of crimson and gold, spirals flickering like dying stars.“Where…?” she murmured.Then a voice echoed not out loud, but in her mind.Welcome home, Vireya.“No,” she said, standing. “I’m not her.”A path formed beneath her feet woven from light and memory. As she stepped forward, the air shimmered with fragments of lives not her own: the girl Vireya had once been, the rituals, the betrayals, the power she seized.But Sarah didn’t stop walking.“I came here to end this, not to remember it.”Each step she took seemed to strip something away fear, confusion, even pain. She felt her own blood responding, burning away the shadows Vireya left behind.Behind her, the realm began to twist. Something was following.A voice called out again.You can rewrite it al