Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon

Chapter 116: 116. Power Of Revelation

Mrs Spencer was taken into a very small room inside that same place they were all standing, as both Hadizah and Laura stood there to watch in disbelief that she was truly going to be used as a sacrifice.

Immediately she was put in the room and the door was closed, all the monks came together to make a very big circle.

A lot of candle sticks were lit up and as they surrounded the candles, the whole monks joined their hands together with their eyes closed and they all engaged in some chants.

After about ten minutes that all these were going on, some women also dressed in plain white garments filed out, as they all had some more candles with lights on them in their hands.

They marched out into the center of the circle that those men made and once they dropped the candles with light in their hands, they all started making the same chants that those men had been making simultaneously with their eyes closed.

Laura was confused about the whole thing going on, as she turned to Hadizah to ask her some questions.

"What are they doing and why did they isolate Mrs Spencer?" With a lot of curiosity on her face, Laura questioned with a deep look into Hadizah’s eyes.

Hadassah was quiet at first, as she was still trying to control her tears concerning all that was happening then.

"They are already offering the soul of Mrs Spencer to the spirits and in a very short while, she might scream or fall and give up the ghost, when all this happens and some white flames come out, it shows that the soul has been accepted!" Hadizah explained calmly to her, as her voice was shaky during the explanation.

Immediately after Hadizah uttered those statements to her in the explanation, Laura suddenly became very cold and pictures of the most beautiful moments she had with Mrs Spencer started popping up in her mind.

Laura stood still and the tears strolling down her cheeks were uncontrollable, as Hadizah looked at her face; she could not help it too... But to do the same.

"So Mrs Spencer is gone now and she only came to this universe to do good and also be used as a sacrifice for the fixing of the universe’s balance just like that?" Laura said those questions, as she looked away towards the room where Mrs Spencer was kept.

Hadassah could not say a word, as she was unable to even console Laura, because she was also broken down.

In a short while, some white smoke started coming out from the room and the monks and those women were intensifying their chants, as they say, some words simultaneously.

Suddenly the door to the room opened and the amount of plain white smoke coming out was tripled what was coming out earlier. noveldrama

Laura screamed out agonizingly, as everything Hadizah told her concerning how the death will happen through the sacrifice was already happening right before their very eyes.

Suddenly the whole chanting from those monks and those women stopped and they all knelt with their faces bowed to the ground.

"Something is not right and I can’t seem to figure it out yet!" Hadizah suddenly uttered, as she focused on the direction of the door with a very keen look from a distance.

Suddenly, the smoke stopped coming out and an unusual sound came out from the room.

Everyone instantly became very focused on the direction of the small room and with a lot of shocks, Mrs Spencer walked out unhurt with both eyes turned blue and some plain white smoke coming out of her mouth.

Laura screamed joyfully, as she tried to run towards Mrs Spencer, but she stopped in her tracks when she noticed the color of her eyes.

"What’s happening to her?" With a lot of curiosity in her facial expression, Laura murmured the question to herself.

Everyone was in a confused state of mind, as no one could explain what was happening at that particular time.

Suddenly the leader of those women that was chanting with those monks fell to her face, as she started to roll on the ground.

Mrs Spencer was just standing alone without taking any further steps, as her eyes remained the same blue color with the white smoke coming out of her mouth.

"She has a pure heart and never will her spirits be used to cleanse... In her hands alone could the stone of light reside, she’s the one sent to the land of the living to make things right with her heart!" The woman that fell to the ground uttered out loud, as she said some other unknown languages and chants.

"Let all bow to her, as the one from the Ethanos holds the power to lift and make use of the stone of light... Let the righteousness that flows down from her heart like an ocean heal the land with the use of the stone of light!" The woman further said, as she lifted her hands and also pointed them to Mrs Spencer and finally fell before in a bowing manner.

Everyone in the Temple was shocked, as they bowed their heads in Mrs Spencer’s direction and immediately they did so, the blue eyes turned to her normal eyes and the smoke also stopped coming out and she returned to her normal self.

The most senior monk amongst them, stood up to talk to her.

"The spirits have revealed to us that you alone can handle the stone of light and according to the worlds and instruction of the spirits shall we act quickly... The stone of light shall be handed over to you and we shall all perform the rites and rituals to send those souls of legends back and also seal the path they came from!" The monk said in his explanation, as he walked away from the presence of everyone, to go bring the stone of light.

While he went to bring the stone of light, Laura was so happy and the moment she wanted to step forward to walk towards Mrs Spencer’s direction, Hadizah the witch stopped her.

"You can not touch her now, everything needs to be done properly and when all rites and rituals have been performed, then you can go to her!" With a smile on Hadizah’s face, she explained to her calmly.

After a few minutes, the old monk returned with a small box in his hands, as he walked down gently towards Mrs Spencer, who had a very courageous look on her face.

The old monk opened the box and handed it over to Mrs Spencer and immediately she collected the box and picked up the stone of light that was white and lifted it; the whole place was lit up and a thunderstorm sound was heavily everywhere and all around the whole place could feel it.

Everyone, except for Mrs Spencer fell to their knees and bowed their heads and faces to the ground.

***

It was late evening, and Maria sat alone in her room, surrounded by silence. The sky outside had turned an eerie shade of grey, and the atmosphere felt unusually tense.

Suddenly, a loud thunderclap shattered the stillness, rumbling through the walls and sending a tremor straight to her chest.

Maria froze where she was, sitting upright on her bed. Her heart skipped a beat as a strange, sharp sensation shot through her chest, as though something unseen had walked straight into her soul. She gasped softly and placed her hand on her chest.

She couldn’t explain it—not the sound, not the feeling. But deep inside, she knew something wasn’t right.

"Was that just thunder?" she whispered to herself, her eyes darting toward the window.

The wind outside had picked up, rustling the curtains as raindrops began to fall. But the strange feeling in her chest didn’t fade. If anything, it grew heavier, almost like a warning.

Could this be something more than a storm? Something deeper going on that I can’t see? she wondered, her brows furrowed with concern.

The coldness she felt wasn’t from the weather. It came from inside her—bone-deep and strange. She rubbed her arms and tried to shake off the sensation.

"I guess it’s just the shock from the sound of the thunder," she muttered, standing up and pacing around the room. "Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. I just need to relax."

She tried to focus on her breathing, inhaling slowly, then exhaling. Still, the unease wouldn’t leave.

After a few minutes, she walked back to the bed and lay flat on her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her mind, however, refused to rest.

Memories of her parents came flooding in, uninvited and powerful. Their faces, their laughter, the love they gave her—it all played in her mind like an old film.

But those memories always came with pain, too.

Maria’s thoughts drifted to the day of the accident. No matter how many times she went over it in her mind, something never added up.

It wasn’t just a tragic incident. Somewhere deep inside her, she had always believed there was more to it.

Why would anyone want her parents dead?

Why did it happen so suddenly?

Who would benefit from their loss?

She closed her eyes for a moment, hoping for some kind of answer in the silence. But silence only brought more questions.

It finally dawned on her that no answer would ever come to her unless she made the effort to search. That meant looking deeper. It meant leaving the safety of questions and walking into the danger of truth.

If I truly want to find out the truth about what happened to them, I’ll have to investigate everything. I’ll need to talk to people, follow leads, maybe even risk everything.

The thought scared her, but it also stirred something fierce inside her—a sense of purpose that gave strength to her spine.

Maria sat up on the bed, her fingers clenched into fists.

"I won’t stop until I know what happened," she said aloud, her voice clear and steady.

The storm outside continued, but her mind had already shifted away from the thunder. Her thoughts were now sharper, more focused. She thought about people who might know something—those close to her parents, former allies, even old enemies.

I need someone with real power. Someone with influence. I can’t do this alone.

She knew what she had to do. She needed to stay close to those who had access to answers, those whose reach went beyond ordinary means. There was no room for fear anymore. The truth would come at a price, but she was ready to pay it.

Her jaw tightened, and her eyes glistened—not with sadness, but with resolve.

Whoever played a role in their deaths will pay for it. I don’t care who they are or how long it takes. They will face justice... my justice.

With a quiet sigh, she rose from the bed and walked to the window. The rain had slowed, and the sky had begun to clear. A single flash of lightning streaked across the distant horizon, then faded into darkness.

Maria stood there for a moment, watching the night unfold.

She was no longer the frightened girl who used to hide from the past.

She was someone else now—someone willing to fight.

And deep down, she knew the storm outside was nothing compared to the storm now burning inside her...