Bloodlight: Refrain Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

My vision blurred as tears filled my vision. "Please." I didn't care who heard me, I didn’t even care who was doing this. I just needed them to stop this. "Please help." Adrian raised the sword, and the blade gleamed under the red glow of the sky. I fought against whatever held me, I did everything I could, I struggled, I screamed, but nothing worked. I couldn't move, couldn’t help, and just like my first life, I was forced to watch as death won.

One of the bone-white ships tilted sharply as its internal Sol-Core began to destabilize, unable to handle the sudden reversal of flow. "Elora, stop!" Thane shouted. "Your arm!" The silver scar on my arm was turning black—not the black of rot, but the black of a total eclipse. The gold light was being overwritten by something new, something deeper. "Just... a little... more..." I gasped, my vision blurring. With a final, shattering pulse, Lyra pushed back. She didn't just ground the energy; she sent a pulse of 'Refracted Void' back up the beam.

*Aria* The blood on my mirror faded. Mostly. In the days after Elyra’s ultimatum, the letters darkened from wet crimson to dried rust, then slowly thinned to ghostly stains. If you walked into my room without knowing, you might think it was a trick of the warped glass, old age, nothing more. I knew better. Even after the color dulled, I saw the words perfectly whenever I closed my eyes. REBORN GIRL. CURSED WOLF. COME TO ME BEFORE THE NEXT BLOOD MOON… OR I COME TO YOU.

Far away, in that red-water world, Collin threw himself against the crack again, teeth bared, howling her name. Not yet, the cold voice breathed. He snarled, wrath like a wildfire, and slammed his fists into the split so hard light bled through his knuckles. Then wake me, he roared back. Or I’ll tear you apart, too. Not yet, it whispered again. Then louder: Bloodmoon. Collin froze. His breath hitched. Bloodmoon, the voice repeated, colder now. Bloodmoon calls. Bloodmoon releases. Bloodmoon unbinds. Collin’s eyes widened.

Anna stumbled backward as her reflection lunged, the shard trembling in her hands. The darkness around them shifted, alive with whispers and movement. The reflection's twisted smile returned, and it spoke again, its voice a chilling echo of her own. “You brought me here. Do you really think you can send me back?” Anna gripped the shard tighter, her hands slick with sweat. “I didn’t bring you here—I made a mistake. But I’m fixing it now.” The reflection laughed, a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. “Fixing it? You broke the rules. You opened the door. Now, the door stays open.”

Black flame flares purple for half a breath, then collapses back into void. The cavern hums louder. “Repeat after me,” she says, her voice low and sharp. “By blood and by ash, I sever all ties but this one.” I swallow. Say it. Feel the words crawl down my throat like glass. She cuts deeper. Pain blooms like lightning up my arm. “By shadow and by flame, I bind my soul to vengeance.” The others begin chanting now—low, guttural tones that don’t sound human. The walls pulse with their voices.

Instead, I would get to feel it for the first time. I looked at it in my palm, the words for the activation spell ringing in my head. Then I inhaled deeply and held the amulet to my chest as I said the words out loud: "Like the force of a flood, wield your power through my blood." And just like that, what felt like electricity coursed throughout my veins, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as my body vibrated uncontrollably. I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm.

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

Seeing blood a painful memory flashed in front of her eyes. She looked at her hands to stop the blood oozing out from her chest as Valerie stabbed her with her sword. Darkness surrounded her and she fainted. She wanted death to surround her but faith wasn't on her side. She opened her eyes to find herself laying on the bed of her room in the castle. Her body was numb as she couldn't move. She looked at her hands as there was no more blood there. She sighed as she realized she was still alive. She looked at her surrounding to find Aaron standing before the window. He was lost somewhere. "He must be regretting why I am alive." Alaina thought bitterly as she hissed a little as a pain erupted in