All Chapters of Blood-Moon Rebellion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sera’s knees hit the cold stone with a sharp crack, echoing through the vast basilica of Saint Argen. The air was thick with incense, the scent curling like tendrils, clinging to her skin. Around her, robed priests chanted the Silver Oath in a language so ancient it made her bones ache. Their voices were a steady hum, soothing, rhythmic, and deafening all at once. She could barely breathe, trapped in the tightness of her collar, but she knew she had to remain still.Above, the sacred Mirror stood—a towering monolith of silver and glass, said to reflect the soul of the chosen. Tonight, it would reveal who would bear the Blood-Moon Mark.The crimson eclipse began as a sliver in the sky, but it grew rapidly, swallowing the moon whole, casting a blood-red hue over the cathedral. Sera’s heart raced as she felt the weight of history pressing on her shoulders. She swallowed her terror, pressing her hands together in silent prayer, but it felt hollow. There was no salvation here. Only du

The cold iron shackles were waiting for her.Sera was escorted deep beneath the Cloister, through a labyrinth of stone hallways that twisted like a dark maze. The torchlight flickered, casting long, jagged shadows on the walls. Each step she took echoed, hollow and oppressive. She was led to a massive chamber, its high stone ceilings disappearing into the blackness above. The air was thick with the smell of rust and old blood.At the center of the chamber stood a large pedestal, upon which lay the Red-Iron Shackles. They were forged from the ore of the Silver Oath War, quenched in werewolf blood to bind the mark of the Blood-Moon Girl. The priests believed the shackles were sacred, a symbol of the girl’s sacrifice. For Sera, they were a reminder of the price of obedience.High Priest Calaith stood by the pedestal, his long fingers brushing against the shackles as if they were precious relics. His face was calm, serene even, but Sera could see the cold gleam of expectation in h

The storm outside was deafening, a torrent of rain and wind that blurred the city into a mess of shadows. Sera could feel the weight of the world shifting beneath her feet as she clung to Caelum’s back, his powerful wings cutting through the night air like blades of moonlight. Each beat of his wings was a pulse of energy, a surge of something ancient and alive, and she could feel the power radiating from him, like a living storm.They flew higher, above the burning city, above the collapsing cathedral that had once been her prison. As they rose into the storm clouds, Sera couldn’t help but glance back. The flames from the basilica illuminated the sky, and beneath the inferno, she could see the shadowy figures of priests and templars scrambling in the chaos. They would pursue them. She knew that much.But she wasn’t afraid.Not anymore.“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the wind.Caelum didn’t answer immediately, his eyes fixed ahead, scanning

The sun had barely risen, but the valley was already alive with the sounds of distant wildlife, the rustling of the trees, and the soft murmur of the stream that wound its way through the Whispering Vale. Sera stood at the entrance of the cave, staring out into the lush expanse. The world felt so different now—freer, but also more dangerous. The storm had passed, but the remnants of chaos hung in the air, thick and heavy.Behind her, Caelum prepared their makeshift camp. His movements were deliberate, controlled, as though every task was just another part of the war that had been waged long before her birth.Sera walked toward him, her boots sinking slightly into the damp moss as she approached. She could still feel the weight of the shackles, the chains that had held her prisoner for so long, even though they were gone now. The mark on her shoulder had dimmed, but the power within her was undeniable. She didn’t know what it meant, but she knew it was tied to Caelum—just as her f

The deeper they ventured into the Hollow Pines, the more oppressive the forest became. The once-distant sounds of the creatures that roamed the trees now seemed closer, sharper, and more dangerous. The air felt thick with a strange energy, the shadows pressing in from all sides. The sunlight was almost entirely blocked by the dense canopy of leaves, leaving them in an eerie twilight that never seemed to end.Sera walked beside Caelum, the weight of her every step adding to the growing sense of dread that coiled around her chest. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath their feet, had her on edge. She could feel the power of the forest, the life force of the trees and the creatures within it, watching them, waiting for the moment to strike.After what felt like hours, Caelum stopped abruptly, his hand going up in a silent signal for Sera to stay still. The air around them grew heavy, and Sera felt her pulse quicken. Something was coming.“We’re not alone,” Caelum m