Lahat ng Kabanata ng Under The Eclipse: The Blood Moon: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Author’s NoteIf you stumbled upon this story and it piques your interest enough to read it, thank you so much. I wrote this story in 2024, but I have to revise the entire thing and do some tweaking. It isn’t that the story is inadequate, but the first version felt dissatisfactory. I opt for a story that has resonance instead of flowery prose and poetic metaphors. I mostly lean on writing contemporary books, and the idea of merging both fantasy (as a big reader of it) and magical realism in a modern setting sounds rather ambitious. My first urban fantasy novel, “Under The Eclipse: The Blood Moon,” will be a sort of creative literary thesis instead of experimentation. It’s not a perfectly polished story with intricately woven words because I want it to be more relatable or enjoyable to the mass audience –– also because English is my second language and I’m still a novice author who has a lot to learn. What better way to gain more knowledge than first-handedly writing your stupidest ide

The chaperone reached for his fedora as the bluster of wind almost wafted it off him. His cloak fluttered, his body stiffened, and he would constantly look to the side to check on us in his peripheral vision. Harvey and I watched him from behind, as the fog underneath the carriage carried us through the field. The grass would part in a straight vertical line, as if leading the way towards the passage. When the wind blew stronger, the carriage slightly hurtled, and the chaperone tightened his grip against the saddle while Harvey shifted on his seat.“This is making me uncomfortable,” Harvey commented, his eyes roaming all around us. “Like none of this is real.”“We’re not even there yet,” I pointed out with a slight chuckle. “But I thought the same when your mom was talking to us about what to do, to be honest. It almost feels like they gave us away.” I tried not to sound frustrated by laughing it off, but Harvey looked at me with an unreadable face.It took him a few seconds before re

The aroma of freshly baked pastries lingered in the air as the door chime rang, and people bustled in. It was a narrow breakfast shop: the line of customers consumed most of its space, leaving only a little room for three tables. Harvey and I sat in the corner. This morning, we decided to grab breakfast at the nearest shop while everyone prepared for this anticipated day. Posters of the Moonlight Ball hung on the glass panes and lamp posts, as the small boutiques started opening early.I watched as Harvey stared distantly, mind elsewhere, pancake laid untouched on his plate. He’d been a little too quiet after the conversation we had in the apartment, and I wondered if he, somehow, regretted what he said.“Harvey,” I called, and he turned his attention to me. He looked like he was about to drift to sleep. “Look at all those dresses.” I pointed at the boutique across the street, where two long gowns, worn by two mannequins, stood behind a glass pane. “Do you like them? We’ll look for y

The silk dress swept the cobbled pavements, as the damp air of the night had me shivering. My heart thumped loudly in my chest like it was about to implode, and I gripped the hem of my skirt while I ran from the forest. The man disappeared in plain sight. He didn’t utter a single word after he threatened my life. All that was left in my mind was the thought of his violence; how he could’ve easily snapped my head off, but didn’t. Then a voice would whisper in my ears –– a gentle, soothing voice that contrasted the anger in the man’s tone. It didn’t bring much comfort; it pulled me towards a dangerous situation that made my body comply before my mind ever could.I reached the corridor, panting in exhaustion. My hands trembled, and I could still feel his claws around my arm, digging into my skin. His eyes… There was nothing there but rage. The lifeless werewolves behind him scattered like they were about to be buried. And the forest was dark enough that I barely counted how many of them

It was followed by silence. Neither of them spoke, and Therese slightly squinted her eyes, a bit suspicious. Harvey, on the other hand, fidgeted with the empty soda bottle while his tongue rolled around his mouth.All I could think about was the clock ticking after I dropped this information. I would be counting my days from now on with thoughts of being hunted down.“The prince does have a very… enigmatic reputation,” Therese pointed out. “What I mean by that is Azenians calling him too melancholic and reckless. I didn’t know reckless means he kills his own kind.”“I’m not saying that he kills werewolves, but I just saw the prince with blood all over him. And I think the firefly led me to witness it. The scenario is too unclear to think of his motivations. But following the queen’s death and his threats, I don’t even know how to make sense of it.” I almost panted as I blurted those out.“I know… but the fact he’s capable of cold murder like that is punishable by the law and order of