Curse of the Blood Moon

oodshot and his

. My heart, once icy towards him, is now shredded to pieces upon seeing his mass

singles out a female corpse. This female corpse bel

m, she owes him a debt of gratitude, having saved his life once. While he cannot marry her, he sought to provide her

I scream frantically, recalling

ing every one of them and rep

” He erupts at me, his fiery pupils focused intensely

the cave. I have no wor

, leaving me no space for remorse. His breath is austere and this j

power manifesting inside me, that I wou

ow if I do, then maybe he would be incapa

ulating inside me, te

, an emblem of our undying bond as husband and wife. The bracelet is red and black, symbolic to my

to hold back tears in my eyes. He was the one who had melted my icy heart and sho

id that the chance encounter between us is the long-awaited love which he has been dreaming of. The bond keeps us togeth

iyu, we

itness my husband walk away from me in sheer silence, his fi

uttering only a prayer to Godd

all