All Chapters of UNDER THE BLOODY MOONLIGHT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“DOMINA LUNA!”   A giggle escaped my lips by hearing the panic in my maid’s voice. Ugh, She’s such a baby. I tiptoed through the gate and smirked victoriously when I finally got out in that hellhole. It’s my sixth day in the Aerith Kingdom and my father won’t let me explore the place just once. That left me no choice but to escape. Well, I just got lucky because my guards are all busy for some reason. Cresta, my lady in waiting, is the only one assigned for me today.    Now, I just have to go through the gates without the guards noticing, which can be done in just a blink. “Wooh!” I screamed in excitement as I was finally able to grace the outsides of Octavian Palace. Not wasting any time, I climbed the nearest tree and gazed at the beautiful view from there in amusement.   I smiled widely and welcomed the wind slashing through my face. Finally, freedom.

“Luna?” I slowly opened my eyes the moment I heard Everleigh’s soothing voice. My hand automatically touched the temple of my head, it was throbbing heavily and my whole body feels numb. I tried to move a bit, which is a bad idea, it just worsened my suffering. Everleigh rushed into me as she heard me groan in pain. “My, don’t force yourself.” Her eyes and voice were full of worry as she approached my bed and sat beside me. I can’t help but chuckle a bit as I saw panic written all over her face. Adorable. “You made me feel better, Everleigh. Thank you,” my voice sounded so hoarse and strained. She sighed disappointedly and decided to just stroke my hair, “You really are a child,” I closed my eyes in comfort. We stayed like that for a long time, savoring the peace and comfort between us. Sometimes, I think of Everleigh as a snow flower; soft, beautiful, and soothing. She has that glow in her, her smile, and a voice of an angel that can calm the most savage monster there is. An epito

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. “Where am I?” Everything is white, and there is a lot of some sort of herbs everywhere. The room is also covered with some weird smells of medications and chemicals. “Certus esne id quod vidisti?” [“Are you sure that’s what you saw?”] I glanced at the far corner of the room when I heard a voice, the voice of my father to be exact. He seems like talking to someone. Their voices are low, not wanting anyone to hear whatever they are talking about. I get off the bed slowly and carefully, making no sound, and moved closer to the curtain that is covering half of the room. “Etiam, mi domine. Credo etiam id quod vidit Everleigh.” [“Yes, my lord. I believe that’s what Everleigh saw too.”] My eyes widened at the hearing of Everleigh’s name. “Sinistra oculus conversus alba et dextra collyrium—” [Her left eye turned white and her right eye—] “Father.” I was not able to stop myself to interrupt and carelessly swept the white curtain to face them. They wer

THE HALLS in the castle are busy with the people moving left and right. There are variant dishes and cocktails that are very pleasant to see, flower decorations and all. No doubt that everyone is preparing for a big party to happen. I looked at the grand mirror in front of me and stared at my reflection. In my hair are properly placed crystals that shine when light hits. The off-shoulder ball gown I am wearing also complements the sharpness of my collar bone. Well, the pale complexion is understandable. All in all, I look so ready. I look complete. But I don’t feel like I do. I sighed in frustration with all the things going around my head right now. I feel like I’m going crazy about the thought that I really left Nero all alone and now I have no idea what really happened to him after. To compensate for the guilt, I tried my best to gather some information from the guards yesterday, but it seems like the higher-ups heavily instructed them to keep it tight. What’s more intriguing is t

“Lucinda.” She slowly took steps forward and locked the door behind her without taking her eyes off me. Both of our eyes are fixated on each other, with an equal amount of raging intensity. “We came here personally to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding,” but it seems not to be the case when she slid a small sharp knife out of her pocket. “Vota, Luna Valentin Octavian." [Best wishes, Luna Valentin Octavian.] “No, Lucinda.” I whispered under my breath, “You came here personally to get yourself killed.” A burst of teasing laughter came from her and it filled the whole room. I can feel my insides trembling from the unadulterated grudge. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands. “Makes me wonder… what does a fragile Valentin princess capable of?” She emphasized the word princess to make her point clearer. Now, it’s my turn to smirk. “Stabbing one’s eye.” I watched how her smile fades slowly from what I said. You need not ask me that again when you just watched me show you with