Bloodbound: a curse of eternal desire

land like a warning from the gods themselves. The Blood Moon was a rare sight, one that had

ke a curse

eyes fixed on the ominous sky. The wind howled around her, lifting the ends of he

an down h

he moon bled, fate woul

dge. She had spent years denying the whispers of prophecy, of fate, o

ull through her veins, as if somethin

the door tore her

ice steady despite the un

r, one of her most trusted knights. His face was grim, hi

e have received word. The D'Argents hav

sharply. "They

n the Blackwood forest. It seems Lord Luci

ci

was a curse

rs waging war against her family. He was ruthless, cunning, and feared across

g that unsettled her in

en him, his golden eyes gleaming in the firelight, his lip

tted he

muttered, turning back toward th

sitated. "T

t him, sensin

ay the words. "They claim the Crimson Omen is a

t cannot b

e sti

ttered. "The old fools

ye

t. The air hummed with somethi

," Alistair pressed. "They said that when t

cu

to her own ears. "We make our own fates, Alistair.

he crimson moon flared, bathing t

wood, Lucien D'Argent raised his gaze to the sky,

rse ha