Novel & Cerita Bloodlight: Refrain

(Daciana POV) The moonlight above Blackfang turned black, and Rudina’s crown cracked in my hands like the sky had chosen violence. Every child in the blood circle screamed as the moon’s voice faded from their mouths, leaving their small bodies shaking beneath the altar’s chains. Bardolph’s spirit wolf stood before me, silver-gray fur raised, golden eyes fixed on the darkness swallowing the moon above the broken hall. Otsana clutched my arm with one hand, her covered gold mark burning bright enough to smoke through the cloth around her wrist.

My husband, Gideon Hale, returned from the war with barely a breath left in him. Yet despite his condition, he insisted on going to the palace and used his military achievements to secure a royal decree. I thought he had gone to obtain a noble title for me. I was ready to berate him for his foolishness, but the contents of the decree rooted me to the spot. [By royal decree, Gideon Hale, Marquis of Northguard, and his first wife, Clara Reinhart, are permitted to share a tomb.] Clara was my dearest friend from girlhood. My ears rang. I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but before I could utter a word, Gideon breathed his last. I stood frozen until my son suddenly snatched the decr

The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience. Patricia stood at her right, holding a mirror shard in one hand and a pinch of crimson ash in the other. She tilted her head as though listening to a frequency no one else could perceive. Her chant was low, melodic, almost casual, but the words carried weight that twisted the air: “Mirror to blood, bone to flame… Let the hidden path reclaim. We speak not of name, nor face— But will, unbroken, bound to fate.” She let the ash fall. It hissed and writhed like a living thing, burning on the stone, curling up into the mist above their heads. Shadows stretched unnatur

Shadows of Destiny The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the relic still clutched in Elara’s hands. The loyalists’ bodies lay scattered across the stones, their rebellion snuffed out in the shadow of the blood moon. Its crimson light throbbed overhead, a heartbeat in the sky that quickened Aria’s own pulse. She held Rollan close, his tiny frame pressed against her, his soft whimpers cutting through the stillness. Then it came—a howl, low and mournful, rising from the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the torches lining the walls sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like s

“…perhaps he deserves a gift.” The power around my hands thickened, swirling like dark mist caught in unseen currents. It curled between my fingers, growing heavier, darker, more alive with every passing second. Then I began. My voice dropped low, ancient words rolling from my tongue like echoes pulled from forgotten centuries. “Umbra sanguinis… Tenebrae ligantur… Cor ferum revocetur…” The wind shifted. The air grew colder. “Luna testis sit… Vinculum fractum redeat…

Aria felt her heartbeat echo in her ears. Lucian snarled, “Stay away from her!” But the shadow raised a hand—and the energy exploded outward like a shockwave. Lucian shielded Aria with his body, but even with his power, the force sent them both sprawling. Aria struck the ground, gasping. The presence’s voice slinked around them like mist: “You cannot flee from what has commenced.” The altar fractured further—splitting down the center. Light erupted upward in a blinding flash, shaking the entire temple. Outside, wolves howled in fear as the Blood Moon deepened to a darker crimson.

Entry 12: “Elara came back today. I wasn’t expecting it. She looks different—harder, colder. I can’t let her stay. I’ve spent too long building this life to let her ruin it now. She thinks she can reclaim her place in this family? I’ll make sure she knows exactly where she belongs. In the shadows.”

Chapter 25: The Bloodhowl camp burned under a crimson sky, the rift pulsing like a heart torn open. Aria staggered to her feet, her claws flickering with the fading glow of the Blood Oath. Kael gripped her hand, his crimson mark dim but pulsing on his chest, his black wolf form battered yet fierce. Lyra stood, bow broken, her silver hair streaked with blood, while Torin growled, his scarred body swaying but unbowed.

Would you like to try on your own this time? Her eyes widen, and she shifts anxiously, but she nods eagerly enough after a brief moment of consideration. She turns her back on the rest of the club, hiding her face as she carefully nips open her index finger. A bead of dark blood wells at the swell of her fingertip, and she presses it to the white expanse of her sclera. The crimson spreads rapidly, fading to scarlet, then pink, before disappearing altogether. She repeats the process to her other eye, then stares into the distance for a moment. ‘Call to the power within your blood,’ Canus reminds her.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge