Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: Toxin In Blood

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Ironwall

They returned, taking over the skies once more in a macabre display. There was no pause, no build-up. The assault was instant, and Ironwall responded in kind. It was the usual deadly dance of prey and predator.

The world was alight with the sounds of artillery fire, the growling of wolves, and the roaring of vampires.

Kael coordinated his men, their first priority the domes. If the vampires reached the specially made domes imbued with Eve and Hades’s individual essences, damaging them in any way, it would spell damnation for the civilians within.

They didn’t get this far into the Bloodmoon and close to the finish line only to fail.

"CONCENTRATE FIRE ON THE VANGUARD!" Kael roared. "DON’T LET THEM NEAR THE DOMES!"

The artillery swiveled, unleashing hell.

Vampires exploded mid-flight—wings shredded, bodies torn apart by silver-infused shells.

But more kept coming.

Always more.

They descended like a plague—claws extended, fangs bared, eyes burning with hunger.

Ironwall’s wolves met them on the ground.

Tooth and claw. Blood and fury.

The battlefield became a slaughterhouse.

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Kael fought in the thick of it—shifting between wolf and human, rifle in hand one moment, jaws tearing flesh the next.

A vampire dove at him from above.

He fired. Caught it in the chest. It spiraled down, crashing into the snow.

Another came from the side.

Kael shifted, twisted, caught its wing in his jaws, and ripped .

It screamed—a high-pitched, inhuman sound—and fell.

But the cost—

Gods , the cost.

Around him, gammas were falling.

Not just wounded.

Taken .

Vampires would swoop down, grab a wounded gamma, and drain them mid-flight.

Kael watched in horror as one of his soldiers—a young gamma named Petra—was lifted into the air, struggling, screaming.

The vampire sank its fangs into her throat.

Her screams cut off.

Her body went limp.

The vampire dropped her—an empty husk—and dove back into the fray, energized, replenished .

"FALL BACK TO DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" Kael bellowed. "DON’T LET THEM ISOLATE YOU!"

But it was chaos.

Pure, bloody chaos.

The vampires were feeding on the battlefield.

Using Ironwall’s own dead and wounded as fuel.

And still, Ironwall fought.

Still, they held.

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Then—

That presence .

Kael felt it before he saw it.

The crushing weight. The suffocating pressure.

He looked up.

And there it was.

The vampire from before.

Larger. Darker. Wings spread wide, blotting out the crimson sky.

It descended slowly this time. Deliberately.

Its eyes locked on Kael.

Kael shifted back to human, raised his rifle.

Fired.

The vampire moved —faster than Kael could track.

The bullet missed.

And then it was on him.

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The impact drove Kael into the ground.

Claws raked across his chest, tearing through armor, shredding flesh.

Kael roared, twisted, threw the vampire off.

It landed on all fours, wings folded, eyes burning.

Kael shifted—bones cracking, fur erupting.

They collided.

Wolf against monster.

Kael’s jaws snapped at its throat. It caught his muzzle in one clawed hand, squeezed .

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