Bloodlight: Refrain Mga Nobela at Kwento

Serena. The veil pulses wider. It groans like something ancient is awakening. Light spills through it,not golden or pure, but twisted, fractured… like moonlight bled through broken glass. Then comes the voice. “Blood of my blood… anchor of my becoming…” Raelor. His whisper thickens, grows, expands until the entire chamber vibrates. It's not a voice,it’s a command, woven with seduction and doom. My body aches. My blood responds.

There was a hot rush of blood going to my brain, I could feel my head turning red. If only I could just…I can't. She should count herself lucky amongst humans, I would have torn her flesh a long while. “You revoked me from my ashes.” My face never gave out my emotions, the rush settled back down. I forced myself back to a calm state. “And what has that got to do with anything?” “You tend to send me back home, Rosey.” Her lips twisted into something I couldn't quite place my hands on. “I'm a paralyzed girl, not some shabby witch doctor.” My eyes followed her hands as she motioned to the wheelchair.

As they sang, the chaotic energy within the staff began to shift, taking on a new form – a vibrant melody of light that intertwined with the tendril of black mist. The change was immediate. The writhing darkness recoiled, its crimson glow flickering in confusion. The pull from Evie and Liam intensified, fueled by the resonating melody. With a final, agonizing shriek, the tendril of darkness ripped free from Xal'dar's body, drawn towards the staff like a moth to a flame. It surged into the pulsating light, a violent storm of darkness battling against the cleansing melody. Evie and Liam poured their remaining energy into the staff, their song reaching a crescendo. As the melody reached its pea

’ Per umbras profundas et lucem longinquam… (Through deep shadows and far light…) Sanguinem luporum, virtutem ultra. (The blood of wolves, strength beyond.) Elder Fendel’s face contorts with panic. His composure cracks, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What is this? What are you all doing?! Get up! How dare you?! How dare you?! Are you planning on betraying the Council?!”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

A trail of blood stained the entire path. A throbbing pain pounded at my temples. If I was going to die anyway, I might as well take Derek down with me. In the middle of the night, I took a sickle and pried open the door to Derek's room. Without hesitation, I brought the blade down onto the bed.

“Lunara sanguis… Oh vinculum aeternum, Revela viam, umbras dissipa. Crescentis ignis, cor meum vocat, Per tenebras noctis… Vaelira duc eum ad me!” Means : “Blood of the Moon… Oh Eternal Bond, Reveal the path and scatter the shadows. To the Fire of the Crescent, my heart calls, Through the darkness of night… Please lead him to me!” That's it, my sweet babies… Hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to comment and like. Your enthusiasm and love for this book are what give me more motivation. Love y'all :)

“You must bind your new self. Bleed it into the earth. If the Moon has chosen you, she must accept you.” Elira took the blade without flinching. She drew it across her palm—clean and precise. The blood that spilled was not red. It shimmered silver. The earth drank it eagerly. And the grove answered. --- A beam of moonlight split the sky—thick, physical, like a pillar descending from the heavens. It struck the circle’s center, sending a wave of heat outward. The Revenants hissed and backed away. Within the light, a figure formed.

he says quietly. Lyra looks at him for a moment. Then she smiles again. Smaller this time. Almost amused. “I did,” she replies. And with that, she turns her head slightly toward the distant horizon. A subtle gesture. Not of defiance. But of allegiance. To Malrik. The Blood Moon rises fully. And when it does— the world changes. Its light spills across the battlefield, turning everything beneath it into shades of crimson and shadow. It does not illuminate—it exposes. Every wound, every fear, every hesitation becomes visible under its glow.

The crack widened, Thrumming, The break threatened to open. Then the ancients’ voice thundered. A whistle of wind, a flash of old fire. Rafaya burst into the clearing, stepping between the pack and Xavier — human-form still, but his eyes cast in a white ethereal light. “By the curse of the First Blood. By the blood moon’s Vow.” He began chanting, voice deep and resonant. Wolves paused, dark soldiers veered, Xavier’s power flickered. “Unbind the chain of your will. Let the seal hold.”