Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon Chronicles นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She ran inside in tears without saying another word and night fell quickly which made me cursed our loud at the season. Velmora always looked more haunted under the moon, and tonight, it was worse. It was Still, cold and unnaturally quiet. Because tonight was the Blood Moon. And the curse inside me stirred like a beast waking from slumber. Fucking hell! I shouldn't have stayed in the goddamn mansion. My veins burned and my skin prickled with heat while my spine arched with my bones threatening to snap. Fuck. Fuck! The old bastard forgot to tell us and I forgot!

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"

The shadows grew darker, the edges of the room more defined, as though something was pulling at the very fabric of the world. Orion had already unrolled the scroll, his face shadowed by the flickering candlelight. His silver eyes always so composed, so measured were now narrowed in concentration. But there was something else in them, something unreadable. Something ancient, as if the weight of this moment had pressed down on him as well. "This is it," Seraphina whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking louder would shatter the fragile silence of the room. Orion nodded, his jaw tight. "The Bloodmoon is the key. But this..." His voice trailed off as he turned the scroll slightly, rev

—a title that sent chills down my spine because of the description… reminded me of myself. As I read, I noticed some names had been blacked out. Rereading the stories, I realized they were all Moonveil daughters born after Alpha Cassius’s generation. Then I saw something strange—Alpha Cassius’s name wasn’t just written in gold ink. It was smeared with dried blood. "A curse…" I whispered. The world around me seemed to crumble slowly. *A curse on the Moonveil daughters.* I was a seventh-generation Moonveil daughter after Alpha Cassius.

A single word. Hurry. I looked back at the crack in the floor. Something faintly gold flickered beneath it — like a heartbeat trapped in stone. Samantha noticed too. “Uh… Lucien?” “Yes.” “Please tell me that’s not glowing more.” “It is.” “Why?” I met her gaze. “Because the curse is waking up.”

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

storm gray, cold as the glaciers that fed the rivers, yet burning with something darker whenever they moved. Ashley had intended to slip in through the side door, set the tray on the serving table, and vanish back into the shadows. But the conversation pulled her to a halt behind the heavy tapestry that separated the servants' passage from the hall. She pressed herself against the stone, heart thudding. "...the alliance will be sealed under the blood moon," Gideon was saying, voice rough with satisfaction. "Clara carries the mark. The Moon Goddess herself has chosen her. Your pack gains strength, mine gains territory. A fair trade."

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

" She didn't reply. Instead, she handed me the file. I opened it. The words on the first page made my blood run cold. Moonbind curse. My eyes stopped running. "My source was certain." she said. "Your mother was cursed with the ancient Moonbind Curse." I looked up at her. "Moonbind...?" "It's an ancient curse," she explained. "It slowly steals it host's life force, clouds their mind, and leaves them trapped inside their own body. By the time anyone notices it. It usually too late.

Her hands shook, her lips quivering with fear. “M-my Lord…” She whispered, unable to meet his piercing gaze. Daimon leaned forward, his sharp claws tapping against the armrest of his throne. His eyes glowed with unrestrained rage. “Why am I spitting black blood? Why is my strength fading?” He demanded, his voice cold and commanding. The witch flinched, her shoulders hunched in terror. “M-my Lord, it’s because of the curse… It’s… It’s been removed from the baby” Daimon’s eyes narrowed dangerously.