Semua Bab Lovers For The Blood Moon: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The Crown Between Us The sky was cracked. Not metaphorically split open, bleeding light and shadow in spiraling streams across Black Hollow.Below it, John stood alone. Seraphina had fallen to her knees behind him, clutching her staff like it was the only thing anchoring her sanity.And in the air between light and dark Sarah hovered.Eyes no longer empty, but not wholly hers either, the spiral was choosing.It wasn’t just a throne being claimed. It was her mind, her soul, divided between the light John offered and the power she tasted in the dark. And she was caught between.John stepped forward. “You’re not a weapon. You’re not their queen, You’re Sarah.”Her lips parted, but her voice was layered, hers, and something deeper. “I was Sarah. But she died the night the spiral touched her.”“No,” John snapped, chest tightening. “You made it. You chose me.”She blinked, almost confused. A memory tried to surface laughter, late night talks in the cave, her fingers in his hair, the moment

The Crownless Throne Sarah’s silhouette stood rigid as she stepped toward the throne of bone and flesh. The monstrous seat pulsed, as though alive, its surface rippling with faces, mouths opening and closing in silent screams. The spiral threads of power writhed across its arms, beckoning her.John’s heart twisted. He rose to follow but Seraphina’s weak cry held him in place.“Don’t let her walk in alone,” she pleaded, chains straining. The spiral’s voice echoed in her words.Sarah paused, eyes flicking to him, their hands hovered, only inches apart.“I have to know,” she whispered. “If I accept this… will you stay?”He swallowed “Always.”Her chest heaved, the Spiral King’s voice thundered again:“Choose now, or be chosen.”Sarah’s foot hovered over the throne.The world stilled, John held his breath.Then Sarah collapsed forward. She landed just short of the throne, wounded. Veins of black light spidering across her skin.“No!” John shouted, leaping to her side. She coughed, look

The Pulse of the SpiralJohn’s descent wasn’t a fall. It was a passage through all the undone things he passed through, memories like rooms in a house abandoned long ago, rooms he never lived in, but that echoed with his name. The fissure swallowed him in a scream of light and root, and he unmoored from the forest’s edge. The air around him turned silver‑cold, the ground beneath him pulsating with a heartbeat that was not his own. He stilled, trying to orient himself. A half‑remembered voice whispered: You chose freedom. He took a step, and the world cracked. Beneath his boots lay bone and riverwater, layered time and sacrifice. He realized this place was where the Spiral had been born not in myth, not in the vow, but in the first moment someone said yes. Ahead, a figure hovered. Sarah. Only she wasn’t the Sarah he knew. Her hair floated like seaweed in a current, her gown shimmering with spiral sigils. The marrow‑white glow in her eyes belied something massive behind them. Sh

The Crownless Rebellion Sarah didn’t kneel.Her knees buckled, her breath caught but she didn’t fall. Her body fought against the Spiral’s command, every muscle shaking like she was caught between storms.John stepped in front of her “You don’t own her anymore.”The Spiral figure, the new entity, crowned in shadow and root tilted its head, Its voice was many voices, layered and ancient. “She gave me her vow, her blood, her name.”John’s eyes burned gold. “And then she took it back.”The creature moved forward, hovering just above the cracked altar. The twisted crown behind it pulsed brighter. Every soldier reanimated bodies, spirits stolen froze in place, waiting.Sarah reached out, grabbing a root from the altar’s edge, and used it to stand. Her voice was steady now “I didn’t just take it back, I ripped it out of your mouth.”A low hum moved through the trees, like the forest was reacting to her defiance.The Spiral figure hissed, “Then bleed for it.” It lunged.John met it mid-air

The VowkeeperSarah ran.Through trees that weren’t trees, through light that flickered like memory. The forest she had awoken in pulsed with heartbeat-like rhythm, as if it breathed with ancient lungs. Her bare feet touched no real ground just mist and fragments of old whispers. “John,” she called, her voice echoing across endless reflections of herself. “Where are you?”No answer, only that name again,whispered by something that wasn’t wind Vowkeeper.A figure moved just ahead of her cloaked, tall, slow, she chased it, heart pounding, until it stopped beside a stream made of silver. When she caught up, the figure turned. John.But… not John.This version of him had no reflection in the water. His eyes were black where they used to glow gold, and his chest was marked again with the Spiral. The mark pulsed in rhythm with the forest’s breath.He spoke without sound: “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”Sarah trembled. “What did you do?”“I took your place,” he said. “That’s wh