Chapter 53- The MoonBlood Triplets

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when the unmistakable sound echoed through the royal chambers.

"Oh fuck me sideways… my water just broke."

The air went still.

Mo, Mela, and Riven burst into full-blown panic, Mela half crying, half laughing while Mo tried to run in three different directions at once. "It's happening! The babies are COMING! RIVEN, CATCH ME!"

In the middle of the storm, Liam leaned casually against the wall, swirling a glass of juice like it was wine. "Well, guess we'll finally see if those babies come out breathing fire, screaming, or both. I'm betting on both."

Azarion was cool as ice. He swept in, scooped Rhiannan into his arms, and carried her like she was the most precious thing in the realms. "Let's get you to the basin, goddess."

"I swear to all the screaming stars, if these babies don't come out FAST I'm hexing someone's balls off," Rhiannan growled, gripping Azarion's arm as a contraction squeezed through her like a bitchy tidal wave.

Sable stalked behind them like a shadow demon with murder in his eyes, glaring at anyone who dared make a sound. "If someone so much as breathes wrong, I'll peel their skin off with my fucking teeth."

Arwen and Kaleb paced so hard their boots left scuff marks on the polished stone. "Should we get more towels? Should we get water? I think I should punch something," Kaleb muttered.

Elisha remained by Rhiannan's side, rubbing her lower back and whispering soothing words until she whipped around and snarled, "If you say the word relax again, I will personally shove a cactus up both your dragon dicks."

Meanwhile, in Reyna's chambers, she paced the floor like a trapped cat, her mates watching her nervously. "She should have started pushing by now. Why haven't we heard anything?"

Outside the royal quarters, Torvax, Veena, and Nyxar stood in silence, weapons at the ready. Nothing and no one was getting in. Not tonight.

Zaiya, Barrick, and Kazra roamed the halls, every inch of the castle under their watch. The trio had their own version of protection, intimidation, explosives, and snark.

Above, dragons patrolled the skies. On the grounds, Thorne's soldiers were locked in formation. Every entrance glowed with defensive wards. And in the skies, the moon shone bright on a kingdom on edge.

Inside the castle, Sasha's holographic form blinked in every room, panic mode activated. "She is dilated to 6.3 centimeters. HER HEART RATE IS ELEVATING. I RECOMMEND BREATHING. SHOULD I BREATH FOR HER?! I AM BREATHING NOW!"

"Sasha, shut the fuck up!" Elisha barked.

"Affirmative. Initiating emotional collapse."

In the glowing birthing basin, Rhiannan gripped the edges, breathing through another contraction as her nannies guided her through it.

Lady Kaelith hummed softly, her tattoos glowing in shades of calming teal. Sereth floated nearby, adjusting time in brief waves to help ease the process. And Brimma Thornhex handed Rhiannan a stress crystal that doubled as an explosive. "Squeeze it if someone pisses you off. It won't kill them. Probably."

Then it happened.

The goddess herself, Nythera, sent a wave of divine magic into the basin. The water shimmered with starlight, glowing softly under Rhiannan's trembling hands. Her body arched, a scream tearing from her throat that shook the castle.

Lady Kaelith calmly wiped her brow as Brimma crouched nearby, muttering something about explosive diapers and battle hardened wombs. Sereth's hands glowed with divine time magic, carefully slowing the pain between contractions.

"You're almost there, My Lady," Kaelith said with gentle certainty.

Azarion knelt at her side, his face composed but his hands trembling as he held hers. "You've got this, my moon."

The first wail pierced the air like a victory trumpet.

A shock of blonde hair crowned, then slipped free into the glowing water, and the nannies acted fast. Kaelith cut the cord, Brimma swaddled with military precision, and Sereth offered a calming spell as the babe let out his furious protest.

"He's... he's blonde?" Rhiannan gasped between gasps.

Liam blinked. Stumbled. Made a sound like a dying goat. "Oh fuck, he's mine. He's...shit, he's got my fangs....fuck, I need a minute.."

Kaelith shoved the baby into his arms before he could fully fall apart. Liam caught the boy, shaking, and then stared into the little face with wide eyes and tears already tracking down his cheeks. "You're perfect. You're mine. Holy shit. I made a person."

The baby, as if to confirm his vampiric bloodline, bared tiny gums and let out a snarl.

Rhiannan let her head fall back and moaned. "One down, two to go. I swear to every god in the fucking pantheon, if they don't come out soon I will rip them out with my own hands."

Azarion kissed her forehead. Kaleb rubbed her shoulders. Elisha whispered soft words as he massaged her lower back. Sable paced like a feral beast outside the chamber, and Arwen barked orders to clear the halls of any curious eyes.

An hour later, her body clenched again. The scream that tore from her throat this time was sharper, more guttural. The pain rolled in like a tsunami.

"She's coming," Sereth murmured.

Rhiannan cursed, sobbed, and tried to choke out Liam's name just to scream at him. Instead, her body did what it was made to do.

Another wail. This one higher, sweeter. Pure.

The basin glowed as golden white light radiated from the tiny form that emerged.

Kaelith caught her, eyes wide. "She's... divine."

Elisha stepped forward reverently as Brimma wrapped the little goddess in a soft enchanted cloth.

The baby girl blinked up at them with eyes like galaxies.

"She's mine," Elisha whispered, tears in his voice. "Stars above, she's... she's radiant."

Rhiannan was sobbing openly now, exhausted, elated, terrified.

"She's beautiful," she managed to say through her tears.

Elisha kissed her gently, brushing her hair back. "So are you."

Two babies down.

One left to come.

The contractions came in waves of fire and fury, and Rhiannan was well past the point of caring who heard her scream. It was after midnight now, the double full moons gleaming through the enchanted windows above, casting a glow of silver and gold across the birthing basin. Her body trembled with exhaustion, her voice hoarse from cursing out the gods, the realm, and her mates in increasingly creative ways.

Two babies had already made their chaotic entrances, a glowing goddess daughter now curled in Elisha's arms and a pale, fanged vampire son nuzzled safely in Liam's chest as he wept openly and muttered praises in a dozen languages.

But this third child…

This one made her work for it.

An eerie silence settled over the room as another blinding contraction tore through Rhiannan. Her back arched, mouth open in a scream that didn't come out, until finally, a final push, a burst of power, and the last babe entered the world.

No cry. No scream.

Just... silence.

Everyone froze.

Kaleb's breath caught in his throat. Arwen's hand shot to his weapon instinctively. Elisha held his breath. Liam stood with shaking arms and terrified eyes.

And Sable…

Sable walked into the room just then, pulled by a force he couldn't name. His glowing eyes widened the moment they landed on the tiny form in Lady Kaelith's arms. The dryad held her up reverently, eyes glistening with wonder.

"I can feel her," Sable rasped.

The babe shifted in Kaelith's arms, slowly blinking up at the world. Midnight black eyes. A swishing tail. Two barely formed horns nestled in a mess of reddish black curls. And the faintest shimmer of dark wings fluttering open from her tiny shoulder blades.

She cooed.

And the entire room let out a collective, trembling breath.

Sable fell to his knees.

Kaelith passed the baby to him, and the terrifying demon who had once stalked the halls with blood soaked fists now cradled the smallest divine terror the realms had ever seen. His daughter. His perfect, eerie, divine daughter. And he wept.

It was then that the air shimmered.

Goddess Nythera appeared in a radiant wave of celestial light, her silken robes flowing like stardust. She moved to Rhiannan first, laying glowing hands on her belly, on her heart, whispering in a language no one else could understand.

The pain vanished.

All of it.

Rhiannan blinked in disbelief. "Holy shit."

"I took the pain, not the memory," Nythera smiled gently. "You will remember every part of their births. Every moment of this divine night."

Rhiannan looked down at her body, fully healed. Aside from the fact that her boobs now rivaled small planets, she felt... whole. Even radiant.

Nythera moved to the three babes one by one, kissing each tiny forehead and murmuring blessings that echoed with ancient power.

"A divine vampire king reborn," she whispered over the boy. "A child of shadow and sun."

"A goddess incarnate," she breathed over the glowing girl. "Destiny's pulse lives in your veins."

And to the demon babe, she said with deep reverence, "A divine demon of love and ruin. The first of her kind."

The goddess turned to the stunned room.

"Raise them with love, and they will usher in peace for centuries. Raise them with fear, and they will burn the world. They are the most powerful fae born of Andopeer."

With that, Nythera vanished, her stardust glow lingering in the basin.

Rhiannan was handed her goddess and vampire babes, and she instinctively latched them both to her breasts. They nursed with adorable squeaks and gurgles, their powers flaring just enough to make the air tingle. Once they drifted off, Lady Kaelith passed the demon babe to her, and Rhiannan held her close, her skin tingling where the tiny tail wrapped around her wrist.

She fed them one by one, switching them like a seasoned warrior mother, and then curled protectively around all three.

And then, like the bad bitch she was, Rhiannan went live on FaeNet.

The screen lit up, runes glowing, and her flushed but proud face appeared, framed by starlight and three tiny, powerful newborns.

"World? Meet the future."

The realm lost its damn mind.