Bond By The Silverblood
đč A While Apart but Close by Hearts
By Mizh Jenny
Cathrina and Edward were never meant to be apart...
But life pulled them away, leaving only letters, memories, and the bond of their hearts.
Distance tested their love, time challenged their patience...
Can a love that survived miles survive destiny?
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Chapter 8
đș CHAPTER EIGHT - Moonblood Secrets
The night was too quiet.
Lyra felt it the moment she stepped outside. The air was still, unnaturally heavy, like the forest itself was holding its breath. The moon hung low and swollen, glowing an eerie shade of crimson-a Moonblood night. Kael had warned her about this kind of moon, but she hadn't understood until now how wrong everything felt beneath it.
She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself, shivering. Not from the cold-but from the way her mark pulsed violently beneath her skin, reacting to the strange energy in the air.
Kael appeared beside her without a sound.
His presence was solid, grounding... but tonight he looked different.
Sharper. Wilder. Shadows clung to him like a second skin.
"The Moonblood rises once every ten years," he said, eyes fixed on the red moon. "It brings out the truth in everything. In the forest... in wolves... and in us."
Lyra swallowed. "What truth?"
Kael turned his gaze to her, silver eyes glowing like molten metal.
"The truth you've been feeling," he said softly. "The Oath doesn't just bind power. It binds fate."
Her breath caught.
Before she could respond, a low howl echoed from deep within the forest-long, broken, and unlike any wolf she had ever heard. Kael stiffened instantly, his jaw clenching.
"That wasn't one of ours," he growled. "Darkfangs are moving under the Moonblood."
Lyra's heart slammed against her ribs. "Should we warn the pack?"
Kael shook his head. "No. They already know. But there's something else-something they can't sense."
He stepped closer to her, lowering his voice.
"Your visions. The Moonblood will trigger them. You're going to see something tonight-something dangerous."
Lyra's pulse quickened. "I don't want another vision."
"You don't get to choose," Kael said gently. "But you won't face it alone."
The howling grew louder-closer-echoing through the trees.
Kael's eyes flicked toward the forest.
"They're searching for you. The Seer. The one the prophecy spoke of."
Lyra froze.
"...What prophecy?"
Kael hesitated. Too long.
"Kael," she whispered. "Tell me."
His voice was low, tense.
"'When the Seer rises under the Bloodmoon, the Alpha she is bound to will either save the pack... or destroy it.'"
Lyra's stomach twisted. "Destroy it?"
Kael stepped closer, cupping her face gently but urgently.
"Lyra, listen to me-prophecies are not destiny. You control your power. Not the moon. Not the Oath."
His warmth steadied her... but only for a moment.
Because the ground suddenly trembled.
Lyra gasped as a violent surge of energy shot through her mark, spreading across her body like fire. Her eyes burned, vision blurring, and Kael caught her just as her knees buckled.
"Lyra!" he shouted, panic in his voice.
But she wasn't in the forest anymore.
A vision consumed her.
She saw flames. Wolves fighting shadows.
Kael on his knees, blood staining his chest.
Her own hands glowing silver as cracks of light split the earth open beneath them.
And then-
A voice whispered in her mind, dark and cold.
"The Seer brings the end."
Lyra screamed.
The vision snapped, and she fell forward, panting, shaking uncontrollably. Kael held her tightly, arms wrapped around her as if anchoring her to the world.
"What did you see?" he whispered, breath trembling.
Lyra looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"You," she choked. "Kael... I saw you dying."
His eyes hardened-not with fear, but with determination.
"Then we change the future," he said. "Together."
Before she could respond, the forest exploded with movement-shapes sprinting through the trees, dark fur, glowing red eyes.
The Darkfangs had found them.
Kael pushed her behind him, shifting in a blur of silver light, his wolf form erupting with power.
"Lyra," he growled, voice animalistic but clear,
"stay behind me-protect your mark. If they touch you, the prophecy begins."
Lyra's heart thundered.
The prophecy.
The Moonblood.
The vision of Kael dying in her arms.
And the shadows coming closer.
She straightened her spine, fire rising in her veins.
"No," she whispered. "I won't let that happen."
Her mark blazed, brighter than ever-
and the night exploded into battle.
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8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.
9.3
His Favorite Sin
9.3
"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight."
The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips.
He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for."
His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more.
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Brinda thought she had finally found love, but betrayal on her wedding day shatters her fragile heart. Lost, broken, and angry at the world, she crosses paths with Jason - a notorious playboy with a dangerous charm and an offer she can't resist.
Will Brinda allow her wounded heart to open again, or will Jason's dark world pull her deeper into a game of desire and deception?
Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.8
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy meâshe was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
8.5
The blood moon was rising...
She was an innocent girl in the village. She was offered to the Dark Forest against her will. The Blood Moon captured her womanhood in the Paradise of Five Werewolves Pack.
She lost her virginity to the Five Werewolves who managed to explore her utmost heavenly discovery. Secretly, she loves the feeling of being subdued by the Dominant werewolves.
She secretly escaped with one of the pack and lived outside the Dark Forest.
The Dark Leader captured the remaining four werewolves of the Dark Forest. Their futures lie in living with humans secretly as a punishment.
They lived alongside the modern civilization of the human world and discovered themselves to be acceptable all along for Love, Secrets, Marriage, and Life.