The Moon Goddess 402 Summary


    Brackham is caught off guard when the main door to theboratory is violently breached by a swarm of pale, red-eyed vampires. Panic erupts as the creatures attack doctors and nurses, spreading chaos and bloodshed. Brackham narrowly escapes behind a metal cab and then flees through an emergency exit, only to discover his driver and bodyguards brutally killed near the car. Overwhelmed by fear and shock, he manages to start the car and speeds away through the underground tunnel, desperate to reach safety.


    Once at the government house, Brackham urgently orders his secretary to send soldiers to theb and to guard the building against any vampire intrusion. His fear and anger are palpable as he struggles to regain control, his heart racing and his body trembling. Meanwhile, in the undergroundb, a fierce battle rages between the arriving soldiers and the vampires. Despite initial sess, the soldiers are overwhelmed by the vampires’ speed and brutality, with only a few vampires left standing to guard the exit.


    The vampire leader, freed from his restraints, surveys the destruction and expresses contempt for the humans’ experiments. Hemands his followers to find Brackham and make him witness the city’s downfall before his death. As reinforcements arrive, the vampires continue to fight ruthlessly, cutting down soldiers and slipping away into the tunnels.


    Draven, Meredith, Jeffery, and their warriors follow the trail of destruction into the tunnels, determined to finish off the remaining enemies. They enter the ruinedb where a fierce firefight breaks out immediately. Meredith deflects bullets with her sword, and Draven uses his ws to attack, signaling that the battle is far from over.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    Brackham spun around just as the main door exploded inward, the reinforced steel bending and folding as if it were nothing more than thin paper.


    A swarm of pale figures surged through the opening, their ws slicing through the air, eyes glowing a fierce red. The terrified screams of doctors, nurses, and attendants erupted immediately, echoing through theboratory like a violent storm gathering strength.


    Heart pounding, Brackham stumbled backward, his breath catching painfully in his throat. He dove behind a toppled metal cab, his body shaking as he cautiously peered through a narrow gap.


    Vampires were everywhere. One leapt effortlessly over a counter, while another tore into a doctor before he could even grasp his scalpel. Blood sttered across the sterile white floor, turning it into a gruesome canvas of crimson.


    At the center of the chaos stood the vampire leader—the very one they had chained and sedated. Now, his restraintsy in shreds on the floor.


    A slow, savage smile curled his lips as he rose, every inch of him radiating raw vengeance.


    Brackham’s heart hammered violently against his ribs. Without hesitation, he dropped low and slipped through the smoky turmoil, covering his ears as the sickening sound of tearing flesh echoed behind him.


    He burst through the emergency exit door and stumbled into the underground tunnel, the cold air instantly hitting his sweat-drenched face.


    Then, his breath caught again.


    His drivery sprawled beside the car, throat brutally shed. Nearby, two bodyguardsy motionless, weapons still clutched in their rigid hands, eyes wide and empty.


    A choked sound escaped Brackham—part gasp, part sob—as he staggered toward the vehicle. His hands trembled uncontrobly while fumbling with the keys. The engine coughed before roaring to life.


    Without a second thought, he mmed the elerator. Tires screamed in protest as the car hurtled through the narrow underground passage. The flickering tunnel lights cast alternating stripes of light and shadow across his pale face.


    He held his breath until the headlights pierced the vast expanse of the government house’s underground parking bay. Then, he swerved sharply to a stop, narrowly avoiding a concrete pir.


    Throwing open the door, Brackham bolted for the elevator, his pulse pounding thunderously in his ears.


    By the time the elevator doors slid shut, he was gasping for air, his chest rising and falling in rapid, desperate bursts.


    He pounded the button for his floor repeatedly, muttering under his breath, “What have I done… what have I done…”


    The elevator chimed softly and opened onto the familiar corridor of his office floor.


    He stumbled out, clutching the wall for support.


    His secretary sprang to her feet at the sight of him. “Mayor… Sir! What happened?”


    Raising a shaking hand to silence her, he barked, “Send soldiers to theb immediately! I want every single troop guarding the government house. No one—do you hear me? No one lets those monsters inside!”


    She blinked, confused. “Sir—”


    “Now!” His voice cracked with a fierce mixture of rage and fear.


    She flinched but nodded quickly, rushing to her desk to make the calls as Brackham staggered into his office. The door mmed shut behind him.


    For a moment, he stood frozen, breathing ragged gasps. One hand pressed firmly to his chest as his vision tunneled.


    His heart pounded too fast, roaring in his ears. Cold sweat trickled down his neck.


    “Not now,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Not now…”


    He shuffled toward his desk, bracing himself against its edge. Each breath was short and shallow, every heartbeat heavier than thest.


    Suddenly, his fingers wed at his cor, his chest heaving with one ragged breath after another.


    The pounding in his chest felt as if it might tear him apart.


    Meanwhile, in the underground secretb, pure chaos reigned.


    A squad of armed soldiers burst through the far door, guns zing. For a brief instant, muzzle shes lit the room like erratic lightning.


    Three vampires fell, their bodies smoking from silverced bullets, but the soldiers’ victory was short-lived. The vampires retaliated with terrifying precision, their screams mingling with those of the soldiers.


    They moved like pale streaks of lightning through the blood-soaked haze. Bullets ricocheted off metal surfaces as terrified soldiers fired wildly, only to be dragged down one by one.


    Two vampires reached their leader, tearing apart thest of his restraints. Slowly, he rose, his crimson eyes glowing brighter beneath the flickering lights.


    “Help your brothers,” he rasped, voice rough and dangerous. “And then… leave no human alive.”


    “Yes, my lord,” one hissed obediently.


    The vampires scattered once more, leaping over tables, smashing ss, and ripping into any soldier who dared approach.


    When the carnage finally subsided, two vampires remained, bloodied but defiant, standing guard at the exit to hold back reinforcements while their leader strode free.


    He surveyed the burningboratory—the shattered vials, toppled shelves, torn white coats. His eyes narrowed with contempt.


    “So this is what they do in their holes,” he growled. “ying gods… with blood.”


    His expression hardened into cold fury.


    “Find Brackham,” hemanded. “I want him to watch his city drown before he dies.”


    No sooner had he spoken than a fresh wave of armed soldiers stormed into theb, opening fire.


    Gunfire echoed through the corridors, but the vampires were too swift—phantoms striking and vanishing without a trace. Several soldiers fell within seconds.


    Only three vampires remained. They turned to face the advancing troops, cutting them down mercilessly, while their leader and the others slipped away into the dark tunnel.


    Momentster, the sound of boots echoed through the silence. Draven, Meredith, Jeffery, and a handful of their warriors advanced cautiously through the same tunnel, guided by the lingering scent of blood and ash.


    Draven led the way, each step measured and deliberate. “The smell is too strong,” he muttered. “The vampires were here not long ago.”


    Meredith gripped her sword tightly, scanning the floor. She spotted deep w marks and scattered bullets glinting faintly in the dim light.


    “They rescued their leader,” she whispered. “Only soldiers will be left inside now.”


    Draven nodded once. “Then we finish what remains. Kill them all.”


    At his signal, they moved forward.


    The elevator doors opened with a dull chime, and they stepped inside, descending into the ruinedb below.


    The instant the doors slid open, chaos greeted them. Gunfire erupted.


    Meredith reacted instantly, her sword shing in swift arcs, deflecting bullets with precise, practiced movements.


    Draven’s ws extended as he dodged a hail of bullets, lunging forward to tear through two soldiers before they could reload.


    The battle had only just begun.Conclusion


    The chapter closes on a harrowing note, capturing the raw intensity of a world teetering on the edge of chaos. Brackham’s desperate flight from the blood-soakedboratory and the shattering realization of the devastation wrought by the vampires underscore the fragile bnce between order and destruction. His internal turmoil, marked by fear, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility, echoes the broader conflict raging beneath the surface—a battle not only for survival but for the soul of the city itself.


    Meanwhile, the relentless advance of Draven and his warriors into the heart of the carnage signals a fierce determination to confront the darkness head-on. The sh between human resilience and supernatural fury is set to escte, weaving a tense narrative of courage, vengeance, and the unyielding will to protect what remains. This chapter, steeped in emotion and suspense, leaves readers poised on the brink of an epic confrontation, where every choice carries the weight of life and death.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    The next chapter promises to plunge readers deeper into the relentless chaos unfolding beneath the city. As Draven, Meredith, Jeffery, and their warriors descend into the blood-soaked ruins, the tension will escte with every sh of steel and gunfire. The delicate bnce between human soldiers and supernatural forces teeters on the edge, and the true cost of this brutal conflict will begin to reveal itself in unexpected ways.


    Meanwhile, Brackham’s turmoil is far from over. His desperatemands and haunted breaths hint at a man grappling not only with external threats but also with inner demons that threaten to consume him. The emotional weight of his decisions will be increasingly palpable, setting the stage for a confrontation that might challenge loyalties and test the limits of courage. Prepare for a chapter where survival, vengeance, and the fragile hope for redemption collide in a storm of violence and heartache.


    Cede


    <strong>Cede</strong> is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a ir for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cede’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.