Chapter 14 Moon Blood
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The silence of the tower shattered at dawn.
Araya woke with a cry, her hands clutching the furs beneath her as a wave of pain cut through her abdomen like molten glass. Sweat pooled at her brow, her breath ragged and sharp.
Not yet. It was too early.
She tried to rise, but her knees buckled. The room swayed.
Another contraction seized her—violent, raw, demanding.
“Vaelen!” she screamed.
The door burst open.
He was at her side in seconds, catching her before she could fall. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
“She’s early,” Mira’s voice rang from behind, already kneeling beside the bed with her satchel open. “The twins are coming.”
“But it’s only been six days,” Vaelen growled.
“They’re hybrids. And they're choosing their time.” Mira’s voice was calm, but her hands moved with urgency. “Help me get her onto the runes. Now.”
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The birthing chamber glowed with silver moonlight, old magic stirring in the stones. The mark Vaelen had given Araya shimmered like fire beneath her collarbone, pulsing in time with the twins’ magic.
She gritted her teeth, tears streaking her cheeks as another wave hit. Her body trembled, caught between two bloodlines.
“I can’t—” she gasped. “It’s too much—”
“You can,” Vaelen whispered, brushing sweat-drenched hair from her forehead. “You were made for this. You are not alone.”
Outside the tower, a bell sounded once.
The capital was alert.
The heirs were coming.
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Hours passed.
The sun rose and fell again, casting orange rays over the frost-covered fortress.
Araya screamed until her throat went raw. The pain was no longer just physical—it was cosmic. The twins fought their way into the world like stars birthing from flame.
And then—
The cry.
A sharp, strong, defiant howl.
Then another.
Softer. But clear. Harmonized.
Mira caught her breath. “Two boys.”
Araya collapsed into Vaelen’s arms, every muscle limp, tears of exhaustion running silently.
He kissed her temple. “You did it.”
She blinked up at him. “We did it.”
Mira gently placed the wrapped infants into their arms—one with streaks of silver across his dark hair, the other with emerald eyes that mirrored Araya’s when filled with fire.
The prophecy had begun.
The heirs had arrived.
And with them, the world would change forever.
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