Chapter 6 blood and moonlight

Blood and Moonlight:

Elias instinctively moved in front of Lyria as the dark wolves encircled them. Their eyes burned like molten fire, and their growls sent a chill down his spine.

The veiled woman stepped closer, her presence exuding a strange, otherworldly energy.

"You've been gone a long time, Lyria," she murmured. Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. "Did you think you could hide from me forever?"

Lyria's body was tense. "You have no place here, Selene."

Elias stiffened. Selene. That name rang with power.

Selene tilted her head, studying him with an amused glint in her crimson eyes. "And you… You must be the one who carries the mark."

Elias swallowed. "Who are you?"

She smiled—a slow, dangerous smile. "I am Lyria's sister. The rightful heir to the Moon's Devotion."

The Sisters' Past;

The tension between Lyria and Selene was thick, their gazes locked in an unspoken battle. Elias could feel the magic crackling in the air, wild and unpredictable.

"You shouldn't have come here," Lyria said.

Selene stepped forward, her long black cloak flowing like ink around her. "And leave you to play house with a mortal?" She scoffed. "Don't be naive, sister. He is not Solana, and he never will be."

At the mention of Solana's name, Lyria's face darkened.

Elias clenched his fists. "I may not be him, but I won't let you harm her."

Selene arched an eyebrow. "Harm her?" She laughed softly. "Oh, dear Elias… I didn't come to harm her."

She raised her hand, and the dark wolves bowed. Shadows coiled around her fingers like living tendrils.

"I came to claim what is rightfully mine."

Lyria's hand shot out, and silver flames erupted in her palm. "Over my dead body."

Selene smiled. "That can be arranged."

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A Battle of Magic and Moonlight

The air exploded with energy as the sisters clashed. Lyria's silver flames met Selene's darkness, lighting up the ruins with dazzling bursts of light. The wolves leaped into action—some fighting for Lyria, others for Selene.

Elias barely had time to react before a dark wolf lunged at him. His instincts kicked in. His body twisted, and for the second time, the transformation overtook him. His vision sharpened, his muscles burned, and suddenly, he was no longer human.

He was a wolf.

The battle was chaos. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air was thick with magic. Elias fought side by side with Lyria, their movements in perfect sync. But Selene was powerful—far more powerful than Elias had expected.

With a flick of her wrist, shadows wrapped around Lyria's throat, lifting her off the ground. She gasped, struggling against the invisible force.

"No!" Elias roared, shifting back into his human form. Without thinking, he lunged at Selene, grabbing her wrist.

The moment their skin touched, a jolt of energy surged through him.

Selene's eyes widened. "Impossible."

A mark had appeared on Elias's arm—glowing, ancient, and filled with untamed magic.

The mark of the Moon's Devotion.

Selene staggered back, releasing Lyria. "You… You are the one."

Elias panted, his heart racing. "What… what did you do to me?"

Selene's gaze turned unreadable. "It's not what I did. It's what you are."

Lyria coughed, steadying herself. She looked at Elias, her golden eyes filled with both awe and fear.

"The prophecy," she whispered.

Selene's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And so it begins."

Then, in a swirl of shadows, she vanished, leaving only the whisper of her voice lingering in the wind.

"Choose wisely, Elias. Love or power. The Moon does not grant both.

A Love Written in the Stars;

The battle was over, but the questions remained. Elias sat beside Lyria in the ruins, his hand still tingling from where he had touched Selene.

Lyria broke the silence. "You bear the mark."

Elias exhaled. "What does it mean?"

Lyria looked at him, her expression unreadable. "It means the Moon has chosen you."

Elias turned toward her. "Chosen me… for what?"

She hesitated, then took his hand, intertwining their fingers. The simple act sent a shiver through him.

"For me," she whispered.

Elias's breath caught.

Lyria's eyes softened. "The Moon's Devotion is not just power. It is love. A bond that transcends time."

Elias felt his pulse quicken. "Then I don't care about prophecy or power. I only want you."

Lyria's lips parted, her golden eyes searching his.

And then he kissed her.

This time, there were no battles, no shadows, no interruptions. Just them, wrapped in the glow of the Moon, their souls intertwining like they had been destined for this moment since the beginning of time.

And as their lips met, the mark on Elias's arm pulsed, as if the Moon itself had blessed their love.