Novel & Cerita Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon Chronicles

​It all points to a traitor’s hand. ​I pace the room, my boots thudding softly on the woven rug. The blood moon looms in less than two weeks, its crimson hunger a relentless drumbeat echoing in my veins. The Shadow Curse is a blade resting directly against Liora’s throat. Without the medallion, the ritual is shattered.

They wondered if it was truly what they were thinking. "The curse has been broken." They laughed out in joy as Alecto's ancient voice danced into their ears. "What was stolen has been returned. Werewolves now have packs like they used to. It's just like the moon goddess wanted. The curse was A CURSE FROM THE MOON. Your ancestors offended the moon, hence the curse. You have managed to rectify the mistakes made. You'd get blessings in place of the curse." Alecto sighed in relief and looked up at the full moon that was beginning to appear.

There was no way he wasn't going to confess. "She belongs... to the bloodline of the Moon Goddess." Silence filled the chamber. Even the guards stopped moving. Raymond felt his heartbeat suddenly become louder. The words echoed inside his mind. The bloodline of the Moon Goddess. Before he could ask another question— A sharp pain exploded inside his head. A blinding vision flashed before his eyes. Silver light. Ancient ruins. A girl with long white hair standing beneath a glowing full moon. And a familiar voice whispering only one sentence. "Protect her before it's too late."

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

The blood moon loomed in the night sky. It was an omen of misfortune, signifying a night destined for upheaval. Uriel Silverplume, one of the Alphas of the Silverplume pack, had died. After getting ambushed while hunting down a group of rebel wolves, Uriel sacrificed himself to save his younger twin brother, Carlin Silverplume. Slain by the wolfsbane-coated silver blades of the hunters, he was wiped from existence.

I made sure word of it never crossed my gates. “And?” I demanded, sitting up straighter in my chair. Morteus opened the ancient tome. “It’s the curse of the Blood Moon Alpha. On the seventh blood moon, you are expected to shift into a lycan and inevitably run mad from the experience. Your lycan state will run berserk for two months and then begin to atrophy until you shrivel to death.” My world tilted, my heart roared in my ears, my sight doubled in shock but my voice was strong as I said, “Continue.”

“That roar of the abyss is waking up. It’s stronger than before.” Elysia lowered her hands, the last flicker of radiant light fading from her palms. “The Blood Moon’s curse was never just a burden for John. It is a force tied to the very balance of our world. When it awakens, it stirs the ancient powers… and those powers are hungry.”

The words echoed through the room like a death knell. As midnight approached, the moon began to rise, redder than I had ever seen it. Not the warm blush of harvest, but a deep, violent crimson that stained the sky. The blood moon. The Crescent flared in response, pain lancing through my side so sharply I gasped. Xavier caught me before I could fall, his grip iron-strong, his voice tight with restrained panic. “Alara—” “I’m fine,” I lied, even as another vision slammed into me.

It only means both sides are waiting for the next strike. And now, with the rogues growing bolder and the goddess’s curse spreading through the mountains, the council has forced what neither Alpha wanted — a peace summit. One last attempt to stop another Blood Moon War. Two packs. Two enemies bound by history and hate. They will meet beneath the same sky that once blessed them. But the moon doesn’t shine for peace anymore. It watches for vengeance. And soon, it will choose

Torches flickered weakly as I descended deeper, my steps echoing unnaturally. And then I saw the vial. Suspended in midair, glowing dark crimson, pulsing like a living heart. My hands shook as I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the glass the world shattered. Visions exploded behind my eyes. A blood-red moon eclipsed the sky. Wolves chained to stone altars screamed as magic carved itself into their bones. They watched helplessly as their mates and children were slaughtered before them, the curse sealing with every death. I saw Liam standing beneath the eclipsed moon, a crown of crescent silver placed upon his head as the world bowed.