All Chapters of Blood-Moon Rebellion: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The forest seemed to close in around them as they pressed forward, the mist growing thicker with each passing step. The Hollow Pines, once an eerie but familiar landscape, now felt like a maze, each path indistinguishable from the next, each shadow hiding something more dangerous than the last. Sera could feel the wolves’ presence lingering in the air, like a suffocating cloud—waiting, watching, stalking them through the trees.Caelum led the way with unwavering confidence, but even he couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in his chest. The wolves hadn’t just been random creatures; they were too organized, too focused. And now, with Sera’s newfound power, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The deeper they traveled into the forest, the stronger the pull of the dream-dominion became. Sera was connected to it, but the cost of that connection was still unknown. She was powerful, yes—but it was a power that had yet to be tamed.“I don’t like this,” Caelum muttered a

The Frostfang Alliance’s stronghold was more than just a sanctuary; it was a fortress of knowledge and resolve. The walls were adorned with carvings, maps of ancient battlefields and forgotten histories, each symbol telling a story of defiance against the Council’s tyranny. Sera had never seen anything like it. These people—this place—held a history far older than she could comprehend, and for the first time, she felt like she was stepping into a future where she could have a part in shaping what came next.But the weight of it all pressed down on her. The decisions they made here, in this hidden place beneath the mountains, would ripple outward, affecting not just their fates but the fate of the entire land. The rebellion Caelum spoke of—it was no longer just a concept. It was real. It was happening.They were preparing for war.Rurik Frostmaw, the leader of the Alliance, was already at the head of the war council. The room was filled with tense murmurs and the rustling of ma

The tremor beneath Sera’s feet intensified, as though the very foundation of Thornpeak was beginning to shift. The walls of the ancient stronghold groaned, the runes flickering with an eerie light as the stone seemed to pulse, alive with magic. The Keystone, now dislodged from its power source, flickered weakly at the center of the chamber, but the chaos around them was far from over.Sera’s heart raced, and she could feel Caelum’s gaze on her, his eyes sharp with urgency. The air felt heavier, thick with the resonance of magic, and her mark burned on her shoulder, a reminder of the immense power within her. But it wasn’t just the mark she had to worry about. The Council’s forces were coming, and they weren’t going to stop.“They’ve found us,” Sera muttered, her voice tight. She could feel the unmistakable presence of the Council’s elite forces moving closer—heavier footsteps, the hum of magic charging the air.“We need to leave, now,” Caelum said, his voice low and commanding

Sera’s heart raced as she ran toward Caelum, the sharp sound of her footsteps echoing in the now silent forest. The moment she reached him, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the aftermath of the fight. The mercenaries lay scattered around the clearing, their bodies crumpled and lifeless, the silver glow of Caelum’s blade fading as he stepped away from the carnage.He turned to face her, his expression unreadable. His eyes, usually filled with such fire and determination, were now clouded with a shadow of something deeper—something Sera couldn’t quite place.“Sera,” Caelum said, his voice steady but tinged with an emotion she couldn’t decipher. “You made it.”But Sera couldn’t focus on his words. Her mind was still reeling from Matthew’s declaration, the weight of it pressing down on her like a vise. What had he meant? The key to something darker? Was she truly walking toward her own destruction, or was her brother simply trying to manipulate her, like he always had?

The cold night air in the Frostfang enclave felt different now. It was no longer filled with uncertainty or fear, but with the heavy weight of resolve. Every single person in the camp was preparing for something larger than themselves, something that would change the course of history. The rebellion had a purpose now—a clear goal, a path that would either end in victory or destruction.Sera stood at the edge of the camp, her breath visible in the frigid air. The fire from the central camp had long since died down, and the stars above were hidden behind thick clouds. But in the distance, the faint glow of the rising sun began to creep over the horizon, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Caelum stood next to her, his posture tense but determined. They had spent hours finalizing plans, going over every detail of the assault on the Council’s stronghold. And now, it was time. The final battle.“We move out at dawn,” Caelum said, his voice quiet but filled with an intens