All Chapters of Blood moon's curse: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The path back to the cabin was shrouded in silence, except for the occasional rustle of leaves and the crackle of twigs beneath their feet. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and fading moonlight. Aria walked between Kael and Lucian, her mind churning with thoughts she couldn’t quite piece together.Lucian, as always, moved with a quiet grace, his steps barely audible despite the uneven forest floor. His presence was as steady as it was unsettling—a reminder of the inhuman strength that lay beneath his calm exterior.“Lucian,” Kael said, breaking the quiet, “you’ve been unusually quiet. Care to share what’s on your mind?”Lucian didn’t look at him. His gaze was fixed ahead, his voice cool. “This forest hides many secrets. Some we’ve stirred, others are stirring themselves. I’m trying to decide which will strike first.”“Reassuring,” Kael muttered, adjusting the grip on his sword.Aria glanced at Lucian. “Do you think we’re being followed?”“I don’t think,” Lucia

The air in the cabin was warmer than usual, the small fire in the hearth crackling softly as its light danced on the wooden walls. Aria sat cross-legged on the floor, a tattered map spread out in front of her. The map was old, its edges frayed, and the markings were faint, but it was the best they had. She traced a finger along the faded lines, her mind racing with plans and possibilities.Kael lounged on one of the chairs nearby, his boots propped up on the edge of the table. He was whittling a piece of wood into a crude figure, the shavings gathering in a small pile at his feet. His presence was as steady as ever, grounding her in the moment, even as her thoughts drifted to the larger threats looming beyond the forest.Lucian, however, was a shadow at the edge of the room. He leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed and his eyes half-lidded, as though he wasn’t truly present. But Aria knew better. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken tension that had been buildin

Dawn broke over the village, bathing the rooftops and cobblestone streets in a soft golden glow. The quiet hum of morning life began to stir—roosters crowed, and the faint sound of pots clanging echoed from the homes of early risers. But inside Aria’s small cottage, the mood was far from serene. Kael slung his bag over his shoulder with a huff, his sword gleaming where it hung at his hip. “I still think this is a bad idea,” he muttered, glancing at Lucian, who stood near the door, unnervingly still as always. “We’ve already decided,” Aria replied, cinching the strap of her own pack. “The monastery is our best chance at answers. Unless you’ve got a better plan?” Kael frowned, his gaze shifting to the window. “Yeah, well, wandering into the mountains on the word of someone who keeps secrets isn’t exactly my idea of smart.” Lucian’s voice was calm, but it carried an edge that silenced Kael. “I’ve already agreed to be transparent. If that’s not enough for you, perhaps you should st

The dim corridor stretched on, the air heavy with a silence that seemed alive. Aria’s footsteps echoed faintly as she walked, each step a hesitant rhythm against the cold stone. The whispers in the air grew louder, curling around her ears like tendrils of smoke. They weren’t words, not exactly—more like impressions, fragments of emotions that pressed into her mind.You are not welcome.Kael kept close behind her, his sword drawn, his movements deliberate. “This place is wrong,” he muttered. “Every instinct I have is telling me to turn back.”Lucian, leading the way, stopped abruptly. His hand rested on the wall, his head tilting slightly as if he was listening to something beyond their hearing. “The monastery is testing us,” he said quietly. “It knows we’re here.”“Testing us for what?” Aria asked, her voice tense.“To see if we’re worthy of its knowledge—or if we’re threats to its existence,” Lucian replied. His tone was calm, but his expression was tight, the faintest hint of unease

The monastery’s walls seemed to breathe as the golden light dimmed, casting elongated shadows that danced like specters. The single word—Choose—hung heavy in the air, a demand that felt as immovable as the stones around them.Aria stepped closer to Lucian, her eyes fixed on the ancient book. “What exactly are we choosing?”Lucian’s grip on the book tightened, his jaw clenched as if he was waging an internal war. “It’s a trial,” he said after a pause. “Not one of strength or skill, but of will. The monastery wants us to make a decision that will shape the path ahead.”Kael scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Great. More cryptic nonsense. Why can’t anything just be straightforward for once?”Aria ignored him, her attention fixed on Lucian. “You’ve seen something like this before, haven’t you?”Lucian nodded, his expression distant. “Not here, but in places like this. Ancient sites tied to power… they don’t test you for no reason. Whatever this monastery holds, it won’t reveal it