All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A thin mist still lingered along the Velmora border when the steady, orderly and disciplined sound of the guards’ footsteps echoed repeatedly. Magical torches, placed at measured intervals, cast a yellowish glow over the damp ground and leaves, which had not yet dried fully from the night-time dews.Garrison walked at the very front. His posture rigid and his jaw set, he scanned every inch of the territory they passed through. As always, he did not speak much, but the accompanying guards already understood his patterns. When he took the field personally, it meant that the situation could not be taken lightly.A deputy walked alongside Garrison on his right. Hera Vance, a woman with dark hair neatly tied back. She wore a uniform as severe as her expression. Her eyes were sharp and her movements were efficient; not a single step was wasted.“Commander.” A patrol approached Garrison and Hera to deliver a brief report. “The western zone is cl

The residence was known as the Eastern Palace. While not as grand as the Main Palace of Velmora, where Yoren resided, the building was spacious and dignified enough to reflect the status of its occupants. It stood amidst a grey stone arrangement overlooking the valley, surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens. Every shrub was neatly trimmed and every pathway was clear of dry leaves, as if the owners allowed no room at all for disorder.Madison Lyndorath favoured order. Meanwhile, Kassian Davenport sought tranquillity. Together, they complemented one another and lived out their days in the Eastern Palace.That morning, sunlight streamed in through the tall windows of the dining hall, illuminating the long dark wooden table. Breakfast was served simply yet elegantly: wholemeal bread, eggs, fresh fruit and warm tea, with thin steam still rising from the cup.Madison sat with her back straight, wearing a comfortable house dress that fell perfectly over her figu

The private jet landed smoothly on the restricted runway in the Velmora region, to little fanfare. The only sound was the gradual fading of the engines, until silence once again enveloped the morning air.Travis Davenport rose from his seat, straightened the cuffs of his shirt and reached for the light jacket draped over the back of the chair. The journey had been long, yet he showed no signs of fatigue—he looked like someone who was accustomed to travelling from city to city, or even from country to country, without ever settling down.As soon as he descended the aircraft stairs, the air of Velmora greeted him with the distinct scent of earth and trees. The wind blew gently, brushing against him and causing his straight, dark brown hair to sway slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, savouring this natural welcome with a sense of ease. Inside, his wolf soul felt pleased as well, knowing clearly that they were home now.The car was already waiting. Trav

Sometimes misfortune comes in such rapid succession that it can no longer be called a coincidence. Eirene was feeling exactly that now.Eirene sat with her back against the headboard of the hospital bed, a thin blanket covering her up to her chest. She remained still while the slightly open window to her left allowed the midday air to slip inside, carrying the faint metallic scent that was so distinctive of hospitals and that, for some reason, always made her thoughts feel heavier.Eirene’s mind would not stop working. One incident could still be dismissed as bad luck. Two might be laughed off as an unlucky day. But not a third time. To her, it was no longer mere misfortune; it was beginning to feel deliberate.Eirene closed her eyes, trying to untangle the mess in her head. She kept replaying the attack by the motorcycle gang and the near miss with the car a few days later.Those two events could still be forced into a box labelled 'coincidence'. T

Bradley let out a long breath. His eyes remained fixed on the dimly lit phone screen in his hand; he had been staring at it for far too long.Eirene’s name was still there on the phone, unchanged, neither altered nor deleted. It was neatly saved, as if nothing had ever happened; as if the days filled with arguments, lies and disappointment had never existed. Ironically, that very name had now become a burden to Bradley—a single word more suffocating than any of their conversations.His finger hovered over the screen, poised to tap the call icon, but hesitation restrained him. In the end, he pressed nothing at all, groaning in frustration before dropping back onto the sofa.The dim light of the living room lamp fell across his face as if trying to muffle the noise in his thoughts. In truth, the silence felt far louder than the argument that had taken place a few days earlier.In Bradley’s lap, Daisy lay half on her side. Her head rested a