Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon Chronicles Novels & Stories

As she finished, a flash of gold light erupted — the pendant appeared, floating. She grabbed it. The moment her fingers closed around it, the monsters crumbled into dust. Zane dropped to his knees beside her, bloodied but alive. “We make a good team,” she whispered, touching his cheek. He pulled her close. “We always will.” The third night had arrived — the Blood Moon loomed over the cursed mountain, its crimson glow spreading like a wound across the heavens. The mountain trembled with ancient rage and dark magic — the same one that once imprisoned Malrik, and the same one that would end him tonight.

ALPHA GREY Just when I was starting to think myself free, with the end of the Blood Moon's month coming closer by the day, then the worst happened... I could already feel the effects of the curse as it diminished my strength and made me weaker in a punishment I knew was for my murder of the Swynford boys. It made me want to ask the goddess if she was not already sympathetic with me over my grief after knowing that I had killed my own descendants. She chose to punish me, and to do it by making sure that the month of the Blood Moon would be absolute hell for me. Just like now.

Serenya could only stare, frozen between dread and recognition. The figure opened its mouth—and the voice that emerged wasn’t Maelis’s. It was older. Deeper. “Blood of the first moon,” it said, echoing through every corner of the ruin, “the curse begins again.” The light cut out. Darkness swallowed everything. The silence that followed the light was deafening. Dust hung in the air like fog. Kaelen blinked hard, his vision swimming with afterimages of silver. Somewhere in the darkness, stone cracked and shifted.

The leaves above them stilled. “The cursed blood,” Seryna began, her voice lowering until it felt less like speech and more like memory, “has existed for ages. It was born during the reign of the royal bloodline of the Blue Moon Pack.” “It was not a mere affliction,” she continued. “It was not a sickness passed through veins.” Her eyes flickered. “It was a beast.” A silence stretched thin. “And it never slept.” Her voice dropped further, almost reverent. “It hunted…”

“But your wolf’s losing control. That bond’s stronger than any I’ve ever seen. It’s not normal.” He turned toward the others. “Back to work,” he ordered. The warriors scattered, glancing nervously in my direction. When they were gone, Ronan faced me again. “You can’t keep ignoring this. The curse, the prophecy, it’s all tied to her.” I rubbed my face with both hands. “You think I don’t know that?” “She’s the one from the Blood Moon legend. The mate born under the mark of red light. The one who can end or renew your bloodline.”

"An old one. One I thought was just a legend." He sat me down on the edge of the bed. Pulled the furs up around my shoulders, covering my nakedness. His hands were gentle, but his face was grim. "The Shadow Bond," he said. "It's a curse that awakens when a fated mate bond is consummated under a blood moon." "A blood moon?" "Last night." Kai looked at the window. At the gray sky beyond. "The moon was red. I didn't think—I didn't realize—"

he asked, with concern etched on his innocence face. Arachne's eyes never left Lyrien's on the floor. "He's a Moonwhisperer," she explained. "They calm the room, separating darkness and light. But they're also incredibly sensitive to darkness." Erith's gaze turned to Aria. "And Aria's a Shadowbringer, made of darkness." Arachne nodded. "The silver in the bullet that hit Lyrien reacted with his Moonwhisperer blood, causing this...aberration."

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”