All Chapters of Bound to the Moon: The Exorcist's Accidental Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The spectral rift in the center of the treasury pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly violet light, casting long, distorted shadows against the stacks of ancient gold. The voice that had echoed from the void—cold, clinical, and laced with a familiarity that made Scarlett’s skin crawl—belonged to none other than Master Xuan, the man who had betrayed her in her original life and caused the ritual that sent her soul spiraling into this novel.“You don’t belong in this world, Scarlett,” the voice hissed again, more distinct now. A hand, translucent and withered like ancient parchment, reached through the crack in reality, its fingers twitching as if searching for a familiar thread. “The debt of the temple must be paid in blood. Return to the void, and your soul may yet find peace.”Scarlett stood frozen, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The trauma of her previous life—the betrayal, the cold steel of the ritual dagger, the smell of incense and blood—surged back like a tidal wave. For a second,

The air in the Blackwood Stronghold had shifted. The shadow of the Void had been lifted, but in its place, a new, almost suffocating intensity emanated from Caleb. After his recovery from the soul-curse, his golden eyes burned with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt. He moved with the silent, predatory grace of a resurrected god, his every glance a silent claim on Scarlett.Scarlett, too, was changed. The Lunar Key’s energy had fully integrated with her soul. Her spiritual meridians hummed with power, and she could now sense the subtle currents of magic in the very air—a tapestry of power and potential that this world had never truly recognized.“We will go to the Frostfall Divide,” Caleb announced at the morning council, his voice a low rumble that silenced all dissenting murmurs. Fenris, though still wary, now nodded in absolute submission. “The western border tribes have been lax in their tithes. It is time for their King to remind them of their oaths.”His eyes, however,

The Ancestral Tombs of the Blackwood line were not buried underground; they were carved into the side of a massive, black-ice glacier that had stood since the dawn of the first winter. As Scarlett and Caleb stood before the entrance—a pair of towering obsidian doors engraved with the silhouettes of ancient wolves—the air itself seemed to vibrate with a low, mournful hum."My father told me that the ancestors don't sleep," Caleb whispered, his breath a fine mist in the freezing air. His golden eyes were fixed on the doors, and the black mark on his arm was glowing with a dull, rhythmic light, reacting to the proximity of his kin's remains. "They watch. They judge. And they wait for a King strong enough to carry their secrets."Scarlett held her jade brush tightly, its bristles glowing with a protective amber light. "The energy here is different, Caleb. It’s not just Lycan magic. There’s a frequency... a resonance that feels like the temples from my original home."Caleb placed his hand

The interior of the starship was a cathedral of silence and sleeping steel. Scarlett’s footsteps echoed on the grated floor as she ran toward what looked like the command deck. The air here was sterile, recycled for centuries, and smelled faintly of ozone and old lightning.Her hand was still clutching the Stellar Navigator, which was now vibrating with a frantic, rhythmic pulse. It wasn't just a compass; it was a key.“Interface detected,” a dispassionate, synthetic voice echoed through the cavernous room. It spoke in a language that wasn't English or the Lycan tongue. It was Ancient Celestial—the root language of Scarlett’s original sect.Scarlett froze. “System, identify!”A holographic avatar materialized in the center of the room. It wasn't a robot, but a projection of a woman wearing the same Taoist robes as the figure in the tomb mural. Her eyes were made of streaming binary code.“Identity confirmed: Subject 001-Alpha lineage. Welcome back, Navigator,” the AI responded, its vo

The medical bay was quiet, save for the hum of the ship’s scrubbers filtering the air. Caleb sat on the edge of the metal examination table, a thermal blanket draped over his broad shoulders. He hadn't spoken since the "incident." He just stared at his hands—hands that had nearly crushed the life out of the woman he loved.Scarlett stood by the main console, watching him. Her neck still bore the faint, bruising imprint of his fingers, a stark reminder of how close they had come to tragedy. But she didn't cover it. She wore it like a badge of survival."System," Scarlett whispered, her voice tight. "Is there a permanent fix for the Chimera instability? The Soul-Binding Mantra is a temporary patch. If he gets stressed again, the programming will override his mind."The AI’s avatar flickered into existence, hovering over the console. "Affirmative. Subject 001-Alpha is incomplete. Project Chimera was designed as a dual-core system. The Alpha strain provides raw kinetic power and aggressio