In the magical kingdom of Arodan, a boy named Draven lives with a curse he does not yet understand. Marked by the blood of Moonblood—a long-lost bloodline feared by many—he becomes the target of a ruthless queen who will do anything to destroy him. When a red moon rises in the sky, ancient powers begin to stir, and Draven is forced to flee the only home he’s ever known. Joined by a kind healer named Elira and a mysterious warrior named Callen, he journeys through haunted ruins, dark forests, and forgotten temples in search of answers. But the deeper he goes, the more he uncovers secrets that could change the fate of Arodan forever. As war brews and the curse grows stronger, Draven must decide if he will run from his destiny—or rise to face it. Moonblood: The Curse of Arodan is a tale of magic, friendship, sacrifice, and the power hidden within a broken soul.

The only light came from the glowing runes Elira had carved into the stone—seven symbols that pulsed like slow heartbeats. Outside, the Nameless Monster still roamed the ruins of Skarvale.


The silence wasn't peaceful. It was heavy. Waiting.


Draven sat by the altar, the moon-crystal blade across his lap. The locket burned softly against his skin, the three names—Arilyn, Kaelen, Syrien—flashing now in uneven rhythm.


Elira knelt nearby, drawing breath between her spells. Her hands trembled.


"We can't stay here," she said finally. "The wards are fading. And the Monster… it's not leaving."


But Callen, sitting near the stone archway, didn't answer.


Callen stood slowly. In his hand, he held the scroll—the one sealed with the Moonblood Sisterhood's mark.


"They told me I'm Kaelen's heir," Callen said. "The true one. They say the locket responded to me too because I'm part of the prophecy—equal to you."


Elira's eyes narrowed. "They want to divide you. That's what the prophecy warned."


"But what if it's not a trick?" Callen asked. "What if they're right?"


Draven stepped forward, his voice low. "You think I want this curse? I didn't ask for this. I didn't choose the names."


"No," Callen said. "But they chose you. Without asking anyone else."


He turned the scroll in his hands, then looked up.


"You think I'm jealous. Maybe I am. But if this blade reacts to both of us… maybe that means we both have a role to play."


Suddenly, the runes along the walls flickered.


Its voice came, not from the door, but from inside their minds—cold, wet, like something slithering through memories.


Elira stood, eyes wild. "There's one way out. It's dangerous. It will take one of you through the ancient passage—the Veil of Names. But only one."


"What happens to the others?" Callen asked.


"I don't know," she admitted. "The Veil only opens for one bearer at a time. And it might split the prophecy forever."


He placed the sword in the center of the floor, between them.


And then… slowly… it lifted off the stone on its own.


And the Veil began to open—a swirling gateway of moonlight and memory, carved into the back wall.


Elira gasped. "It's never opened for two…"


And both boys stepped through the Veil.


Chapter 21 - The fire between us