Bloodlight: Refrain Novels & Stories

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

Before Ava could steady her breath, the air around her rippled again. A voice—not her mother’s—echoed through the chamber like thunder whispered through glass: “Daughter of Dusk… Child of Twin Blood…”

Love reborn. We struck our blades onto the anvil—clang—metal singing. “On three,” I said. “One.” “Two.” We struck together, echoing a promise. That’s when the ground trembled. The Blood Moon outside pressed too close. I opened my mouth to say something—when a blast rocked the forge. Fire spat. Sparks rained. Reya’s head whipped up, eyes ablaze. Someone screamed. We drew swords. The Blood Moon cast our shadows long and dark.

Its presence wrapped around the circle like smoke, curling inward, hungry. Seraphina stood, her feet braced apart. The light from her rune spread outward, encircling the ritual in gold. She lifted her voice: “By thread and blood, by soul and scar, I bind this bond as it once was. Not to possess. Not to control. But to remember. To return. To remain.” The Codex flared white. The shadows screamed. Lucan staggered, blood dripping from his nose. Seraphina steadied him, eyes locked on the center of the altar.

The man raised his hands, and in a voice that echoed with power, he chanted: "Silence! beast of the moon. Let not rage consume your soul. Your pain shall not define you. Return to yourself... beneath the moonlight.” And almost immediately, a strange light surrounded Seraphina. She growled and whimpered… but her beastly form began to shrink. Her claws withdrew and her eyes dimmed. She collapsed to the floor, naked, trembling, her tears mixed with blood. I rushed forward and caught her in my arms. She looked up at me, broken. “I… almost… killed you…”

Valenfort was reborn, yet in its heart the song of blood had not ended. Above, the moon bled faint red once more. And on the wind, a whisper drifted from somewhere beyond: “As long as blood still flows, love has not yet ended.”

It burned brightly within her, a shield against the encroaching whispers that filled her mind. The veil flickered, destabilizing under her radiant will. “You will not take me! I am not your pawn!” she proclaimed, raising her hands as a warm golden light erupted, pushing back against the darkness. The tree quaked, the ground beneath them rumbling as the whispers rose to a panic. “Foolish child!” the voices screeched, bitterness bleeding into their tone. “You will regret this defiance!” In that moment, the whispers recoiled, withdrawing into the veil, and the shimmering curtain writhed as if in agony. The clearing grew quiet once more, the oppressive weight of the darkness lightening, yet Sera

The air turned heavy, pressing down on their lungs until every breath felt stolen. Seraphine raised the Bloodstone high. “VAELROS SERAXA..…” she whispered, daring the name. The torches extinguished. The Orchard above groaned. The acolytes fell to their knees, clutching their throats as if hands of smoke strangled them. Mira screamed, though no sound carried beyond the chamber. The Bloodstone cracked. From its fracture seeped a light neither red nor black but something in-between—something like the color of pain made flesh.

As Bianca mounted the steps leading to her command vehicle, the wind carried something distant, an echo of laughter, faint and cold. Matteo froze. “Did you hear that?” Bianca turned slowly toward the sea. Through the thick mist, a crimson light pulsed beneath the waves. Rowena’s voice drifted faintly on the wind, twisted by the roar of the storm. “You can’t march against what’s already inside you, sister.” The crimson light spread, a pulse becoming a rhythm like a second heartbeat echoing the first. Bianca’s expression didn’t falter, but her knuckles whitened around the railing. “Then let it bleed,” she whispered.

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w