Semua Bab Lovers For The Blood Moon: Bab 71 - Bab 80

What Rose From Ashes The sky over Black Hollow refused to clear.Even after the Blood Moon’s heart had been shattered, the air remained thick with dread. The town lay silent beneath a crimson hue that wouldn't fade like the realm itself wasn’t done grieving.Sarah stood alone where the altar had been, the ground scorched in a perfect spiral. The golden light that had once protected her now dimmed beneath her skin. She looked up, not at the sky but at the figure watching her from the shadows.Not John, not Vireya, something else.He stepped forward slowly, his boots leaving no sound on the broken stone. His face was familiar, but wrong John’s eyes, but colder. John’s voice, but deeper. His spiral mark was black now, pulsing like a second heart.“You’re not him,” she whispered.“I am what he became,” the figure said.She flinched. “Where’s the real John?”The man tilted his head. “Still here. Just... quieter.”Sarah took a shaky breath. “You can fight this. I know he’s still in there.”

The Spiral God WakesJohn knelt on the cracked stone floor, the spiral on his back burning like molten iron. Every breath was a war. Every heartbeat, a scream.The Queen, his mother in flesh but something ancient in soul stood above him, her golden eyes fixed on the crack in the ceiling above them where the scream echoed down.Sarah slammed her fist against the invisible wall of shadow that kept her from John. “Let me through!”The Queen didn’t flinch. “He must choose without you. The Spiral God accepts no mercy. Only surrender.”“What is the Spiral God?” Sarah demanded.“A being older than the Blood Moon,” the Queen said. “It was sealed by the first bearer, buried beneath the spiral itself. But when John shattered the vow... it woke.”John raised his head slowly. “You want me to become it?”“No,” she said softly. “I want you to carry it.”He stumbled to his feet, shaking. “You said you sealed yourself in blood for me.”“I did,” she said, stepping forward. “But the seal was always te

SpiralfireJohn’s world returned in flashes.A scream, flames bending backward.Sarah’s hand slipping from his.And then silence.When he opened his eyes, he stood alone in a space that wasn’t quite real. The spiral wasn’t carved in stone anymore it was floating in the air, made of fire and memory, spinning around him in slow, rhythmic pulses.“Where am I?” he whispered.“In-between,” a voice answered.He turned and there she was.Vireya.Alive, or something close to it.Her form was ghostly now, flickering like candlelight, her spiral mark glowing faintly across her collarbone.“You didn’t destroy me,” she said softly. “You woke me.”John’s fists clenched. “I’m not playing this game again.”“It’s not a game,” she said. “It’s a warning.”She stepped forward. “The Spiral God is only part of what’s coming. You shattered the vow. You unsealed me. And now… others will come.”“Others?” he asked.“Other spiral bearers,” she said. “Other kings, other gods. They were waiting for a crack, you

Ashes of HerSmoke curled around John like a living thing.He stood in the ruins of the spiral throne, ash falling like black snow, the echo of Sarah’s last words still haunting the space between his breaths.He whispered her name, no answer, no heartbeat, no light, just silence.He dropped to his knees, she was gone.The Spiral God no longer spoke. Not as a voice, not as a command it was silent too. As if stunned by what John had done.“Why…?” he muttered, his throat raw.Behind him, the shattered pieces of the throne sparked with dying energy, the doppelgangers were gone, his father, the Spiral King, even the shadow of the Spiral God, everything had fallen because of him.He touched the spiral on his chest, It was cracked. His power fragmented.Then something shifted a whisper, not the Spiral, not Sarah, but… something else.A thread of gold light shimmered in the air, faint and trembling, leading into the darkness.Hope.John stood, barely able to breathe.“She’s not dead,” he whi

The Echo of Thrones Ash drifted through the night air like cold ash from an ancient burial pyre. Black Hollow lay quiet yet brimming with ominous tension not the relief of a wound healed, but the hush of something waiting to tear open again. John stood on the threshold of the altar ruins, the spiral mark on his chest cracked yet pulsing with that same silent thrum of power. He scanned the moon‑lit ruins. No Sarah, no throne, no echo of the victory he thought he’d earned, only emptiness, and a cold wind that seemed to whisper his failure. He whispered her name again “Sarah” and the air answered with the soft rattle of distant chains.From the shadows emerged Seraphina, staff in hand, robes torn, eyes glowing with fatigue and something harder: resolve. “You did more than break a throne,” she said quietly. “You shattered an age of chains, but the war is far from over.”John’s throat tightened. “She’s gone and the spiral… it’s loose in the world now. If I let it go, I just traded o