The Blood of The Hollow Moon
In a fractured world where emotion fuels magic and silence seals fate, Seren-Threadless and unclaimed-awakens a power long forgotten. When the Crimson Court attacks and the Maw begins to stir, she must navigate dominions ruled by wolves, witches, vampires, and Keepers, each bound by ancient threads of memory and grief.
But Seren is no ordinary girl. She carries a crystal of bound silence, survives the Trial of the Moonbound, and becomes Driftbound-able to weave emotion itself. As war looms and Umbros, the sealed god of silence, begins to awaken, Seren must choose: destroy what remains of the world, or become the thread that binds it.
Epic, lyrical, and haunting, Blood of the Hollow Moon is a tale of fractured magic, forgotten memory, and the courage to become more than fate intended.
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Chapter 3
The Maw was louder tonight.
Seren Veyra stood at the edge of the Vale of Echoes, staring down into the swirling abyss that carved through the heart of Noctarion. It wasn't just wind that howled from below-it was something older. Something hungry.
She clutched her pendant, now glowing faintly with silver light. It pulsed in rhythm with the Hollow Moon overhead, which had begun to bleed light across the sky like a cracked mirror.
She hadn't slept since the dream.
Kaelen. Her twin. A name she hadn't known until yesterday. A face she'd never seen until it appeared in her vision, cloaked in ash and shadow.
"You were never meant to remember," he'd said.
But she did now.
And that changed everything.
The Citadel of Ash had given her answers, but not peace. The Archivist's words echoed in her mind: You are the lock and the key. Together, you and Kaelen decide the fate of Umbros.
She didn't know what that meant. Not fully. But she knew she had to find him.
And to do that, she had to descend into the Maw.
The Maw was forbidden.
Even the Keepers feared it. It was said to be a collapsed timeline, a place where reality folded in on itself. Creatures that had been erased from history roamed its depths-Threadless beasts, memory-feeders, shadow-born horrors.
Seren didn't care.
She was Threadless too.
She stepped forward.
The descent was steep and treacherous. The air grew colder with each step, and the light from the Hollow Moon faded until only her pendant lit the way. The walls of the Maw were carved with ancient runes-some glowing, some bleeding, some whispering.
She ignored them.
She had one goal: find Kaelen.
Hours passed. Or maybe days. Time didn't work properly here.
Seren stumbled into a cavern lit by bioluminescent moss. At its center stood a pool of black water, perfectly still. She approached, heart pounding.
Her reflection stared back at her.
But it wasn't her.
It was Kaelen.
He looked older. Worn. His eyes were silver like hers, but colder. He didn't speak. Just watched.
Seren knelt by the pool. "Are you real?"
His reflection blinked. "Are you?"
She reached out. The water rippled. Her pendant flared.
And Kaelen stepped out of the pool.
He was real.
He was here.
And he was not alone.
The shadows behind him shifted. Shapes moved-too many limbs, too many eyes. Creatures born of broken threads. They hissed at the light from Seren's pendant but didn't retreat.
Kaelen raised a hand. The creatures froze.
"You shouldn't have come," he said.
Seren stood. "I had to."
"You don't belong here."
"I'm Threadless."
Kaelen's expression darkened. "That's not what makes you dangerous."
They stared at each other, the silence between them thick with memory and magic.
Seren stepped closer. "Why did they hide you?"
"To protect you."
"From what?"
"From me."
He turned away, walking toward a stone arch carved into the cavern wall. Seren followed.
Beyond the arch was a tunnel lined with glowing veins of silver. The air shimmered with unstable magic. Time bent here-Seren saw flickers of herself, younger, older, different.
Kaelen didn't look back.
"They said we were born during the Hollow Moon," Seren said. "That it fractured the weave."
Kaelen nodded. "It did more than that. It opened a door."
"To Umbros?"
"To something worse."
They emerged into a chamber filled with floating crystals. Each held a memory-Seren saw flashes of her childhood, moments she didn't remember, scenes that felt wrong.
Kaelen touched one. It showed Seren as a baby, cradled by a woman with silver eyes.
"Our mother," he said.
Seren's throat tightened. "She was a Keeper."
"She broke the law to save us."
"Why?"
Kaelen turned to her. "Because we were born with Umbros inside us."
Seren staggered back. "That's not possible."
"It is," Kaelen said. "We're not just Threadless. We're vessels."
Seren's pendant flared. The shadows hissed again.
Kaelen stepped closer. "You've felt it, haven't you? The hunger. The pull. The way your emotions twist the world around you."
Seren nodded slowly.
"It's Umbros," Kaelen whispered. "And he's waking."
The ground trembled.
The crystals shattered.
The shadows surged.
Kaelen grabbed Seren's hand. "Run."
They fled through collapsing tunnels, dodging falling stone and lunging beasts. The Maw screamed around them, a chorus of broken time and unraveling fate.
They burst into a narrow passage that led upward. Light flickered ahead.
Kaelen stopped. "You need to leave."
Seren shook her head. "Not without you."
"I can't leave," he said. "I'm bound to the Maw."
"We'll break it."
Kaelen smiled sadly. "That's what scares me."
He pressed a crystal into her hand. "Take this. It holds the truth. But be careful-truth is a blade."
Seren nodded.
Kaelen stepped back into the shadows.
And vanished.
Seren climbed out of the Maw, heart heavy, crystal glowing in her hand.
The Hollow Moon pulsed overhead.
And far below, Umbros stirred.
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9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
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To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
9.4
Lucy is a cheerful human princess who enjoyed her peaceful life at the palace but mainly on the busty village streets.
What will happen when she sneaks out as usual, only to return and find out her father had been defeated by an unknown man will her life change for good or bad or gray as she tries to get back her father's throne even if it meant staying under the enemy's nose.
will she take her revenge or fall for the one person who has ruined her father.
she has to make up her mind between following her heart or be blinded by a false revenge.
8.6
He marked her like property.Then Completely turned on her
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She learned.
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9.0
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"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."
A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?
Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.
8.7
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She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
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As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.