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By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

“What do I have to do?” (SOFIA QUISPE'S POINT OF VIEW) Master the Triple-Helix Test, Elowen commanded. The Priestess raised her hands, and suddenly, the courtyard transformed. Three swirling pillars of light erupted from the stone—one of deep, arterial red, one of pure, blinding white, and one of shimmering violet. They twisted around each other in a non-Euclidean dance, a physical representation of the Triple-Blood lineage.

The Guard's Lament Elias stands frozen in the dungeon corridor, the clang of the cell door still echoing in his ears like a death knell. His hand lingers on the hilt of his sword—useless, heavy, a reminder of oaths he once believed in. The air down here is thick with damp stone and despair, but it’s the sight of her that chokes him: Raven, the High Priest’s daughter, chained like a beast, half-naked and broken, her snow-white hair matted with blood, sharp blue eyes swollen shut behind bruises that bloom like dark flowers.

## ELARA'S POV The sound of Dante hitting the floor wasn't a clean, cinematic thud. It was a horrible, heavy crash that rattled the metal legs of the table. His head struck the concrete with a sickening crack, and then there was just this awful, dead silence. For a second, nobody breathed. The dark pool of blood beneath him didn't stop. It just rushed faster out of his side, spreading across the gray concrete like spilled ink. "Dante?" Sophia’s voice didn't sound like her at all. It was high, thin, and completely stripped of its usual iron. She dropped to her knees so hard I heard her kneecaps hit the floor. "Dante! Hey, look at me. Look at me!"

The mother looked at her children's interaction with malice in her eyes and looked upward as if in search of something. She squatted in front of them and held their arms tightly. "You won’t make a sound now. Let’s march quietly to that black car over there.” Haya, Trevor, and Tristan nodded frantically and started to march toward the ominous black van. I started to scream and cry and the woman with my children, smirked at me but I screamed one last time and even I was shocked at what came out of my mouth. “DANTE!!!!” Just before entering, Trevor looked at me and yelled, “Help us, mommy! Don’t abandon us again!!”

After we get inside the church, there's a few people who appeared before us. Because of their glare, I started to feel uncomfortable so I hid behind her. “Haha. Don't be scared. They're just like me. Serving our god is our own will.” She stated. I slowly approach them because of her words. But what should I call her? I pulled on the end of her dress so I catched her attention. “What is it Elvira?” “H, how should I address you?” I asked, feeling shy. She pat my head. “You can call me, sister bella.” She replied.

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

“Are you sure you’re not the one who is afraid?” Edric gently kicks me under the table, but I’m not that easily deterred – he should know better by now. “Maybe a little, my queen,” she says. I nod slowly. “Are you from here, Esther?” “No, your majesty” she juts out her chin in pride. “I am Beta Sterling’s daughter, from the Lester tribe of the Western lands.” “Why did you not go back there when Alexander died?” Her eyes darken, and her hands curl into fists. “They wouldn’t have me.”

the sudden silence that hits, it is clearly the calm before a storm. Kyrtos could feel his blood boil, this is not how he thought this would go. He knew his daughter was one to hold grudges, she would have killed Dean the moment he gotten close to her. “How?” he asks in disbelief, “how is that possible, they were busy fighting just now.” “I am not sure how myself because they had told me they would reject each other during the blood moon,” Dylan says, he is trying to act shocked. But if he is being honest, he is not surprised they bonded, he is just surprised they took that long to do so. When the Goddess paired them up, she knew what she was doing, two greedy mates who would be caught dead