All Chapters of Blood moon's curse: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The aftermath of the attack left the village in eerie silence, broken only by the crackling of dying flames and the faint cries of survivors searching for loved ones. Aria stood in the center of the chaos, the Crimson Heart’s power still thrumming faintly within her. It had taken everything in her to contain it, to direct it toward protecting the innocent without succumbing to the pull of its darker side.Kael approached her, his expression grim. “You pushed yourself too far again.”“I didn’t have a choice,” she replied, her voice hoarse. She clenched her fists, feeling the lingering ache of the Heart’s energy. “If I hadn’t used it, more people would’ve died.”“You don’t have to carry this alone,” Kael said, his tone softening. He reached out as if to touch her shoulder but stopped short when Lucian stepped into view.“She didn’t,” Lucian said pointedly, his gaze flicking to Kael. “We were all here, fighting for the same cause. Let her rest.”The tension between them was palpable, the

The camp stirred early, the morning mist clinging stubbornly to the forest floor. Aria woke to the soft murmur of voices. Kael was sharpening his blade, his jaw tight with concentration, while Lucian leaned against a tree, his crimson eyes scanning the perimeter. Aria stretched, her body still aching from the battle in the village. The Heart’s power had taken more out of her than she cared to admit. She approached Kael first, his tension palpable. “Kael,” she said softly, sitting beside him. He didn’t look at her, his focus fixed on his blade. “You shouldn’t push yourself so hard, Aria. You’re not invincible.” “I know,” she replied, her voice laced with guilt. “But I can’t just stand by while people suffer.” Kael finally met her gaze, his green eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and concern. “I just don’t want to lose you. You mean too much to me.” The weight of his words hung in the air, and Aria’s chest tightened. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could,

The wind howled through the tunnels of the stronghold, an eerie whisper that sent a chill down Aria’s spine. She stood at the war table once more, staring at the glowing script Aurelis had revealed.Evangeline knows your weakness. The Heart is calling to her. She is coming for you.The words burned in her mind, a warning wrapped in inevitability. They had spent weeks preparing, fighting, and running, but now there was no more time. Evangeline was making her final move.The door creaked open behind her. Lucian entered first, his crimson eyes scanning the dimly lit chamber before settling on her. Kael followed a moment later, his expression unreadable. Selene, Dorian, and Aurelis trailed in after them, their faces marked with the same grim understanding.“The scouts have returned,” Selene said. “It’s worse than we thought.”Aria turned to her, bracing herself. “How bad?”Selene set a parchment down on the table, unrolling it to reveal hastily drawn battle formations. “Evangeline’s army

The night was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. The battle had raged on longer than expected, and Aria’s strength was waning. Her fingers trembled against the cold stone of the ruined castle walls as she struggled to stay on her feet. Adrian was nowhere in sight. The last thing she had seen before she collapsed was a flash of silver and the wicked grin of their enemy. Then—darkness.A sharp pain tore through her ribs as she gasped awake, her surroundings unfamiliar. Chains rattled against the cold stone floor, and the sharp scent of iron filled her lungs. A prison. But not just any prison—this was his domain. The one place she never thought she’d end up.The torches lining the damp walls flickered with an eerie glow, casting long shadows across the room. She was bound, her wrists shackled above her head, her body aching from wounds she didn’t remember receiving. The air was suffocating, thick with the scent of dark magic. Aria gritted her teeth. She wouldn’t go down like this.

Aria stared at Lucian, the weight of his words pressing down on her. A god—an ancient, sleeping god—was inside of him. And if he lost control…She shook off the thought. Not now. Not when he was here, standing before her, watching her like she was the only thing tethering him to this world.A small, wry smile tugged at her lips. “So, let me get this straight,” she said, tilting her head. “You’re an ancient vampire, cursed by a god, stronger than anything I’ve ever seen… and you’re still brooding about it?”Lucian blinked, then let out a surprised laugh. “Brooding?”“Yes,” she said, crossing her arms. “All this doom and gloom. ‘Oh no, Aria, I might lose control. I might destroy everything.’” She dropped her voice into a dramatic imitation of his deep tone. “It’s a bit much, don’t you think?”Lucian raised a brow. “I just told you I have the power of an eldritch god inside me, and your response is to mock me?”Aria grinned. “What else am I supposed to do? Cry? Run? I’d rather tease you.