Novel & Cerita Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon Chronicles

With a hoarse voice, my wife managed to ask the vampire man who prepared something for her. “Before I answer everything you want to know, here, drink this blood.” Vladimir gently handed me a cup of blood, making my wife look at him doubtfully. With a slight chuckle, he added. “You’re a Monte Cruz, and every Monte Cruz bloodline needs to drink the moon’s blood, known as the Blood Moon Curse. Trust me, it will help.” “The sound of it makes me not want to drink it.” With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle.

“The Blood Moon robs the oracles of their foresight, Laura. Perhaps you can take away her foresight permanently.” “I can´t allow you to do that.” Old Mia shoots another fireball at us, which I catch in one hand. Whatever power I receive from the Blood Moon has become concentrated in my hands. I act instinctively; the next thing I know, I am up on the dais in front of Old Mia. I grab her head and press my thumbs into her eyes, blinding her. Old Mia screams out in pain, as blood gushes from her eyes. I release my grip on her head and the old crone collapses to the floor, thrashing around violently. I turn my back on her and move to join Nolan. “I am no angel. I´m a werewolf.”

The sky-cycle’s twin engines roared beneath them as Vera and Lucien raced from the smoldering ruins of Skyforge Citadel. Dawn’s first pale light bled through lingering smoke, but the halo of the Blood Moon still glowed crimson on the horizon. Lucien guided the cycle down the battered stone ramp, his talons of metal and bone gripping the throttle’s edge. Vera leaned forward, clutching the obsidian fang at her waist, dream-silk thread still twined around her throat scar.

MARCUS’ POV The throne room of my BloodMoon stronghold loomed vast and cold, its stone walls etched with the claw marks of past Alphas, the flickering torchlight casting shadows that danced like ghosts. I slouched in my carved obsidian throne, my crimson robe hanging open, the fabric slipping to reveal the scarred expanse of my chest, the faint glow of my curse’s mark pulsing beneath my skin. In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart.

“But you shouldn’t be here, Lila. The Bloodthorn lands are poison to us both.” She stepped closer despite the warning. The air between them hummed, an invisible thread of fate pulling tighter. “You said you’d find a way to fight it. You said—” “I did.” His eyes flickered, the red dimming for a moment, revealing his true storm-gray beneath. “But the moon… It’s stronger tonight. The curse wants you, Lila. It wants to complete what it started.” Lila felt the mark on her wrist burn—a small, jagged scar that had appeared the night she saved Cole. It pulsed now like a heartbeat, synchronizing with his. “Then let it come,” she whispered. “We’ll face it together.”

There was absolutely no way that he would ever feel something like that toward me, and I couldn’t accept him either way. “What’s so special about the blood moon?” I blurt out, desperately wanting a change of topic. “Why do you keep bringing it up?” “The blood moon?” Chanel repeats, not seeming too interested. “It’s when members of Moon Storm lose control of ourselves and mate.” She continues. “What?” I gasp, my eyes growing wide. “Does that really happen?” “It does,” she responds. “Consider it a curse of our pack.” A curse. How was it possible that Moon Storm had so much bad luck circling around it? It truly was suspicious, and I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened in the past. Co

It smelled awfully peculiar, and familiar at the same time but he could not tell where he had perceived the scent of such blood from in the past. Twice he paused, thinking it had vanished. Then it would flare up again—more distant, more elusive. Whoever was spilling the blood wasn’t just human. They were marked. Cursed, or blessed—Lucien wasn’t sure which. But the scent of the blood sang of prophecy and ruin. And now, he was tethered to it. Drawn beyond hunger. Beyond curiosity. He needed to find its source. He looked up toward the huge trees as he made his way deeper and whispered, “You shouldn’t have bled tonight.”

“We’re not leaving this house until we have one.” Lumina studies him for a moment, then stands slowly. “Then you’d better prepare to stay a while. Because right now, this curse is stronger than all of us combined. The sacrifice of blood and soul is not easily broken. Even the moon goddess looks away when such is done” The wind outside picks up, rattling the windows. Somewhere deep in the forest, a branch cracks like a bone snapping. Theon’s eyes narrow toward the sound. They’re not alone.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “