All Chapters of Blood Moon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Skylar?!" Slowly, Shailyn nudged the door open, peeking her head inside before letting in the rest of her body, the witches following at her steps as they made it into the space. They stared stunned and flabbergasted as Skylar slowly scrubbed her fingers into her white hair, her skin was the pellucid, decolorized, and taintless as the snow. Skylar was sitting upright, stroking her hair as if it was the most essential trait she had. Shailyn shared bewildered glances with the witches, she found analogous expressions on their faces. She stared back at Skylar or Devika. She didn't know which to honor her with. Dya and Maye instantly went on forward and got on their knees, heads bowed respectfully and deferentially. Shailyn stared confused before realizing as she also got on her knees. She recalled skimming a progression where Luna Devika was said to love being revered, she loved stamina, being prominent, and in control. Shailyn cursed under her breath, Skylar would

"This is monochromatic" Shailyn grunted for the nth time since they stepped out from shadowland, she peeked up at the sky, wiping off the sweats that tackled and tinged her forehead while the sun beat severely on her back. "Why are we rambling?" She went over and clung to Skylar's side. "Where are we even going, we have been wandering for two days already" she snorted. Skylar shook her head. "I've never met someone as lethargic as you, Shailyn" Shailyn promptly stared up at her with a scowl. "You have gotten emboldened and more candid with your statements, Devika" she spat and Skylar chuckled. "Fanciful fairy. Should I haul you on my back, is that what you want?" Skylar asked. Shailyn halted and stomped her feet on the ground, positioning her hands on her hip. "Yes!" Maye chose not to remark on the jejuneness of the fairy. "Your highness, I think we should rest for a bit, the sun

"Careful!"   "Don't plummet him!"   "Am not going to drop him you silly wolves and open the freaking door!"   The cracking sound of a door opening could be heard.   "Why the heck is this room so dark?!"   SMACK!   "Ouch, why did you hit me?!"   "Language Caden, you are only twelve!"   "I don't care!"   Their fight got discontinued when they heard a loud thud, gasps filled the darkroom. "I warned you not to drop him!!"   "I didn't drop him, you fools, he's on the bed already"   And suddenly the lights in the room were switched on and they were consumed by brightness, three pairs of eyes stared at each other while one unconscious was lying on the bed, shirtless.   Aiden & Caden, twelve years old, identical but with different personal

"I believe this would give us shelter till the storm stops" Shailyn mumbled, scraping her hands together before drying them over the catching fire, she stared around the little cave, it was satisfactorily and more affluent than the last cave she was in while outside was heavily pouring rain. "I detest storms" Skylar eyed the two boys, sitting opposite of her. "Why are you two running away from home?" Aiden sighed dramatically, wondering why they were still with these people. "We told you, we are not running away, we are just two boys going on a life and death journey" "Our papa's life is in danger and he has been in a coma for a week already and we fear he might not wake up again" Caden added. Aiden surveyed their faces. "You said you are from Crystal Heart pack, how can we trust you, after all, you were trying to wriggle into this pack. You are intruders and what do you need our help with?"&

"Finally, Alastair" Skylar softly enunciated, running her hand over the horizontal jawlines of her mate, still lying on the bed, unconscious, clearly unaware of his surroundings. "I have missed you so much, too bad you can't remember what we've been through but I hope you don't, they are memories I don't ever want you to recall" she leaned down and pressed her lips against his cheek, smiling in content to be in the presence of her mate again, after their little departure. Skylar wheeled her head over to Maye. "How can we rouse him?" Maye stepped forward, her steps a bit hesitant as remorse once again drown her. She moved over to the mattress, noticed how her boy had grown to be a mature and marvelous young man, his mother would probably smile wherever she was. With shaky hands and a gulp, Maye slowly pulled down the blankets covering his chest to his lower abdomen, they all stared in awe at the silver star on his chest that glowed furiously.