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 4
The wind hit her like a scream.
Seren staggered as she emerged from the Maw's mouth, the jagged cliffs of the Vale of Echoes rising around her like broken teeth. Her fingers clenched the crystal Kaelen had given her-warm, pulsing, whispering. It felt alive.
The Hollow Moon loomed overhead, bleeding silver light across the sky. Its glow had changed. It no longer shimmered-it throbbed, like a wound refusing to close.
Seren dropped to her knees, gasping. Her body ached from the climb, her mind from the truth.
Kaelen was alive.
Umbros was real.
And she was the lock and the key.
She didn't know how long she sat there, staring at the crystal. It flickered with images-her mother's face, the Citadel's mirrors, Kaelen's silver eyes. But beneath it all, there was something else.
A voice.
Not Kaelen's.
Not hers.
Something older.
"You are the fracture. The thread that never wove. The blade that cuts both ways."
Seren flinched. The crystal dimmed.
She shoved it into her satchel and stood.
She needed answers. And there was only one place left to look.
Thornmere.
The forest of witches was restless.
As Seren stepped beneath its twisted canopy, the Drift hit her like a wave-grief, rage, longing. Emotion magic saturated the air, clinging to her skin like mist. The trees whispered her name, their branches twitching as if reaching for her.
She walked quickly, boots crunching over frost-laced leaves. The witches wouldn't welcome her. Not after what she'd done. Not after breaking the Moonbound Pact.
But she wasn't here for welcome.
She was here for truth.
The heart of Thornmere was a clearing surrounded by stone monoliths, each etched with runes that shimmered with emotion. At its center stood a figure cloaked in violet robes, her hair a cascade of silver vines.
High Witch Elira.
Seren stepped into the clearing.
Elira turned slowly. "You return."
"I need answers."
"You seek what you already carry."
Seren pulled the crystal from her satchel. "Kaelen gave me this."
Elira's eyes narrowed. "Then the Maw has opened."
Seren nodded. "He said we're vessels. That Umbros lives inside us."
Elira stepped forward. "Not lives. Waits."
The witches gathered around, silent, watching.
Elira gestured to the monoliths. "These stones hold the emotions of every Threadless soul who ever lived. They speak of pain. Of exile. Of power."
Seren looked at the nearest stone. It shimmered with grief.
Elira touched it. "Your mother came here once. Before the eclipse. She begged us to sever your threads."
Seren's breath caught. "Why?"
"To protect you. To hide you from Umbros."
"She failed."
Elira's gaze was sharp. "Or she succeeded too well."
The crystal pulsed.
Elira stepped back. "It's awakening."
Seren held it tightly. "What do I do?"
"You choose," Elira said. "You can bury it. Seal it. Forget it."
Seren shook her head. "Or?"
"Or you can wield it."
The witches gasped.
Elira raised a hand. "The crystal is a shard of the Hollow Moon. It holds the memory of Umbros. To wield it is to risk becoming him."
Seren stared at the crystal. "Then I need to understand him."
Elira hesitated. "There is one who remembers."
"Who?"
"The Dreambinder."
The name echoed through the clearing like a curse.
Elira turned to the witches. "Prepare the ritual."
Seren stepped forward. "What ritual?"
"To enter the Threadless Dream."
That night, beneath the bleeding moon, Seren lay in a circle of runes, surrounded by witches chanting in the language of emotion. The crystal rested on her chest, glowing softly.
Elira knelt beside her. "You will see what Umbros saw. Feel what he felt. But beware-dreams are truths wrapped in lies."
Seren nodded.
The chanting rose.
The world faded.
And the dream began.
She stood in a city of mirrors.
The sky was black. The streets shimmered. And every reflection showed a different version of herself-angry, broken, powerful, monstrous.
A figure approached.
Tall.
Cloaked.
Eyes like hers.
Umbros.
He didn't speak.
He simply raised a hand.
The mirrors shattered.
And Seren screamed.
She woke with a gasp, the crystal burning against her skin.
Elira was gone.
The witches were gone.
And the forest was silent.
She sat up slowly, heart pounding.
The dream had shown her something. Not just Umbros. Not just Kaelen.
Herself.
What she could become.
What she might already be.
She stood.
The Hollow Moon pulsed.
And far beneath the Vale, something laughed.
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9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
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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
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will she take her revenge or fall for the one person who has ruined her father.
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8.6
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She learned.
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And the woman she's become want nothing to do
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9.0
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"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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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.