Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon Chronicles Novels & Stories

Cloak red as blood. She reached out, touched my twin’s palm. He convulsed. And then her words chilled the room: "He carries the mark now. Dante’s curse did not die. It waits. It watches. And it will strike again." I rose to my feet, shaking. "Then we end this. At the Blood Moon."

It felt like something inside me had been hollowed out — drained. And no one ever told me why. It wasn’t until one month before— here, in the Loisage library of all places — that I stumbled upon a half-forgotten tome: The Origins of Cursecraft. A dry academic title, but the contents were anything but. One chapter detailed cursed heirlooms tied to bloodline rituals. One passage in particular described a Moonbane artifact known as the Blood Mirror. It claimed that those outside the matriarchal line who touched it would dissolve — literally. Become blood, absorbed into the glass. And for those within the bloodline?

--- Night settled heavily over the pack house. I sat cross‑legged on my bed with the carved wolf turning slowly between my fingers. Tomorrow. The word echoed endlessly in my head. Tomorrow the moon would rise full. Tomorrow something would happen. I could feel it. Not instinct exactly – something worse. Anticipation stretched so tight it hurt. The door creaked open behind me. Kael entered without speaking and sat beside me on the bed. "You're thinking about the curse," he said quietly. I stared down at the carved wolf. "The full moon used to take everything from me. Now it gives me power."

As the roars of the pack faded behind us, I shifted Lily in my arms and began walking toward the main house with my father beside me, Elvin, Zion and Army followed quietly behind, and I was still carrying Lucas’ severed hand. The night felt heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. We were only a few steps from the house when a soft, dragging sound echoed from the darkness. The Moon Seer stepped out from the shadows. Her long black gown brushed the ground as she walked toward us and her eyes were half‑closed, as if she was listening to something far away… something only she could hear. She stopped in front of us and lifted her head slowly. Then she spoke. “There is a blood curse upo

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

The Blood Moon hung heavy in the sky, a crimson omen of things to come. The chill of the night seemed to seep into her very soul as Aria stood in the aftermath of the battle. Ash from the rogue vampire swirled around her boots, carried on the whisper of an unnatural wind. The glowing mark on her chest was still pulsing faintly, as if alive, as if it held secrets waiting to be revealed. She adjusted her grip on the blade, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. The stranger’s words echoed in her mind. Stay away from the shadows. It wasn’t just a warning—it felt like a command, one layered with urgency and something deeper she couldn’t quite place.

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

Since young, she blamed everything on her birth during a blood moon and the power she was believed to harness. Muxue Yan had said she was not his descendant. Did that mean she was someone closer to him, or someone unrelated? But her blood was able to unlock the secret room in the Crimson Fairy, and release him from his bonds, that only a worthy member of the Muxue clan was able to. Given these two occurrences, she significantly believed she was a true Muxue. Furthermore, Yan had pronounced her the owner of the island. She peered down at her wrists. A side effect of the soul-bond, purple veins were starting to develop and informing her that she did not have much time left. She sighed deeply.

The Moon, just clearing the ridge of the eastern mountain, should have been silver. She was not. She rose, huge and low, swollen and *red.* A deep, dark crimson, as if someone had wrapped a veil of blood around Her. Gasps rippled through the hall. Rhea swore. Kerran dropped his quill. Elia whispered a curse from an old tongue she rarely used. Scar stared, eyes gone sharp and wary. “A Blood Moon,” Kerran breathed. “But… no. That should not be. The charts—” “The charts did not account for *this,*” Luna said.

Leo, unsure what was going on, stared blankly at the unfolding event. Clutching his chest like he had just been stabbed, Jake groaned. “It's happening again! I can't… I can't control him! The curse!” Jake clawed at his head, groaning in pain. The curse was tearing him apart from within. I panicked, not sure how to help him. “The BloodMoon!” My eyes widened like a startled deer the moment tiny rays of the moon penetrated the gunshot holes on the wall. Not hesitating, Jake sprinted out, stumbling into objects like a wild rabid dog.