All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

After Yoren and Fabrizio’s departure, the atmosphere in the apartment slowly returned to something resembling order. It wasn’t entirely calm, though. Traces of chaos lingered in every corner: the smell of dust, signs of a struggle and lingering tension. Nevertheless, at least everything was now under control.Garrison stood in the middle of the main corridor. He continued to scan his surroundings with a keen eye.The territorial guard division had arrived. They moved quickly and efficiently, making no unnecessary noise or movements. Everyone already knew their respective roles.Some members of the Territorial Guard were assigned to handle the rogues. They transported the rogues to the guard headquarters.The Territorial Guard Division was also responsible for documenting the site—every corner, every trace, and any signs that might be overlooked by the untrained eye—and for controlling the apartment residents.Doors were knoc

Fabrizio stood in the courtyard of the Aurelion Residence, gazing straight ahead. Although his posture appeared relaxed, his mind was never truly still.Hera stood beside him. She had her arms crossed over her chest. As usual, she was not one to speak much, but she was always observant. “I don’t like this.”Fabrizio responded without turning his head. “Which part?”“All of it,” Hera replied, exhaling softly. “The attack was planned. They knew exactly when to strike.”Fabrizio gave a small nod. He felt the same way, even if he hadn’t said so.Silence fell between them once more. The night breeze drifted gently, carrying the scent of damp earth and wet leaves. Everything looked normal on the surface, but the tension remained, thin yet real.The sound of a car engine broke the atmosphere. Headlights approached, cutting clearly through the darkness.Fabrizio turned his head and i

It was still nighttime when Barrett turned the steering wheel into a modest courtyard. He had arrived home.The building stood in silence, hidden from the main road and devoid of excessive lights or noticeable security measures. Everything looked ordinary; almost as if no one lived there.Barrett entered without making a sound, then closed the door in his usual measured way. He walked slowly, as though he did not wish to disturb the silence with his presence.Inside, the air felt clean and still. There was no scent, no trace of life. Every object was in its place, neatly arranged as if nothing had ever been touched.Barrett set down his car keys, then hung up his coat. Instead of heading straight to his bedroom, he went to a room deeper inside—a windowless room lit only by a dim white ceiling light.There, a work desk awaited Barrett. Its surface was spotless and occupied only by a single device and a few thin documents, which were arranged neatly in a line.For Barrett, rest never me

The donation needle was slowly pulled from Paige’s arm. It should have been just a slight prick that would quickly fade, but her body perceived it as something far more significant. The moment the needle was removed, she felt as though the entire world shifted gently beneath her feet.Her vision blurred for a moment and the white ceiling of the medical room seemed to spin briefly. She closed her eyes reflexively and took a slow breath, trying to hold back the sudden wave of dizziness.Her body felt light in an unpleasant way—not refreshed, but as though something had truly been taken from her. The loss of blood and strength left her feeling powerless.She remained seated quietly in the donor chair. Her fingers lightly gripped the edge of the chair in an attempt to keep her body upright and dignified. She did not want to appear fragile, even though she truly felt as though she could collapse at any moment.Only three days had passed since Paige made her last donation. She clearly remem

Travis's second morning at the office started earlier than the previous day. The sky had barely brightened when he left home in his car, heading towards the city centre.The streets were still quiet. The streetlights had not yet been turned off, while the tall buildings were beginning to welcome the day, their windows reflecting the light of dawn.Travis sat in the back seat looking at the tablet in his hand. He was focusing on several reports displayed there: production figures, distribution reports and a summary of the last quarter’s performance from one of their family company's main divisions.Astral Biocare Group had been in existence for decades and had grown to become one of the biggest names in the pharmaceutical and biotechnology industries, as well as in the provision of private healthcare facilities for the elite. They produced not only medicines and high-tech medical devices, but also owned a network of research laboratories, private hospitals and specialised serum develop