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Chapter 109 - Bloodmoon Revelation
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The air between them vibrates with tension, thick as the mist curling at their feet. Selena’s eyes burn with defiance, her lips pulled into a tight sneer as she glares at the mystery of a woman standing before her—Seraphina. The shadowy forest seems to recede into the background, leaving just the two of them in a space where nothing exists except the swirling maelstrom of words unsaid. Seraphina, wrapped in the eerie elegance of her black leather jumpsuit, stands with a calm that belies the storm inside her. Her eyes—those striking dark eyes floating in a halo of a glowing blue that matches Selena’s own—reflecting the blood-red orbs seem softer now, the predator's edge momentarily dulled."Selena," Seraphina's voice cuts through the silence like a blade dipped in honey, her tone measured but laden with ineffable emotion. "I didn’t come here to fight. You need to know the truth. You are mine—my blood, my daughter."Selena clenches her fists, her nails biting into the flesh of her palms
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Selena stands frozen, her breath shallow and jagged, as the final images of the past flicker and fade from her mind. Seraphina’s hand slowly withdraws from her cheek, leaving behind a cool, spectral tingle. The night is eerily silent now, save for the distant howl of a wolf carried on the wind. The revelation weighs heavy on Selena’s chest, a suffocating force pressing down on her heart, threatening to tear it apart.What Seraphina has just shown her—no, made her witness—has altered everything. Selena had watched, in vivid, grotesque detail, the brutal slaughter of her father, a werewolf from a notable Clovis City family. She had felt her mother’s anguish, her forbidden love for him, a love that led to their eventual doom. She saw how both the vampire and werewolf communities conspired to destroy them, bound together in their mutual disgust for a union that violated their ancestral laws. She witnessed her own conception, a child born from the blood of two sworn enemies, an impossibili
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Selena's mind spins with fragments of memory, dark truths, and half-formed suspicions. The night around her seems to close in, the chill in the air biting into her skin as Seraphina’s last words echo: The Dark King. The weight of that title alone sends a cold shiver down her spine, but the significance of it—what it could mean—haunts her even more."Wait, hold on..." Selena interrupts, her voice jagged with disbelief. "Did you just say 'the Dark King'? How do you know about the Dark King?" Her eyes narrow with suspicion, searching Seraphina’s face for any sign of deception.Seraphina exhales deeply, an ancient weariness clouding her usually sharp features. She had already revealed too much, more than she had intended. But there was no going back now, not if she wanted Selena’s trust. Trust, she thought bitterly—a fleeting concept in their world of shadows and blood."Oh boy," Seraphina mutters, rubbing her temples with an air of exasperation. "Guess I've said too much.""Yeah, no kidd
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