All Chapters of Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Erianna Ford.Grenville Hospital. Silvaton Ridge, Colorado. February 14th, 2026.Night.I walk through the hospital corridors, dressed as a doctor. My blue scrubs fit perfectly as I pass oblivious nurses and doctors focused on their work counters, their patient charts, screens, anything but me.The air is stretched thin with silence. That awful sterile silence that always greets people in hospitals. The same silence that greeted me a few months ago, when I woke up in a hospital bed a few miles from here.The memory finds me now, fast and ugly. A memory I try every day to banish. But the thing about ugly memories is that they never leave us.I remember watching my brother kill the man I loved. Ephraim, my mate. The father of my unborn child. I remember the wail ripping out of me, raw and feral, as I tried to run after him. I remember Gerald, my brother, holding me back. His arms firm around my body, after he had killed Ephraim and thrown him over the cliff, so mercilessly.“You killed

Emerald. Sunday, January 17th. Next day. Morning. “Dawn is at the door. Dawn is at the door.” The voice of the front door alert system, slices straight through my skull. I groan inwardly, dragging myself upright, and squint at the gray morning light bleeding in through the curtains. My body feels like it’s been dragged behind a truck. Every muscle sore, every nerve still humming from yesterday's long shift hours. I’m off today. And tomorrow. Thank God. Tuesday can go fuck itself for now. I yank on joggers and an oversized sweater, twist my dark hair into a messy bun. I inherited dad's hair. Not mum's silver hair. My phone vibrates on the nightstand. Mum. Of course. “Hi, Mum,” I answer, already bracing myself for her words, as I pad toward the front door. “Hi, baby,” she says sweetly and that’s how I know danger is coming. “You promised to call after your shift yesterday.” I punch in the unlock code and open. Dawn steps inside, bundled in her jacket, cheeks pink

Scar Icegard.Brooklyn. Friday, 22nd January.Two days later…Night.Club Crimson screams tonight. Bass pounds through the floor, through the walls, through bone and through blood. Red lights in the club pulse like an open artery. The air is thick with sweat, sex, and iron. Fresh blood drifting through the elite club like incense.I step inside and inhale slowly. Blood. It slides into me like quiet ambrosia. Smooth and addictive. The kind of scent that curls straight into my skull and lights every nerve in me on fire. My fangs ache behind my gums, my vision sharpening as the craving hits hard and fast. I don’t slow down the feeling. I let it burn through me.“You okay, Scar?”Cross’s voice interrupts now, grounding and irritating all at once. I turn my head slightly, eyes already bloodshot from the scent overload. His reaction is instant, he startles, shoulders tensing.I smirk.Without breaking stride, I reach into my leather jacket and pull out a slim metal tube. My gaze never l

Emerald. Wednesday, 27th January. A week later... Noon. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound cuts through the hospital’s central alarm system, tearing my eyes away from the report I’d been writing moments ago. Every nerve in my body sharpens instantly. “Emergency, Doctor Ford! Cold Blue in cubicle five! Doctor Ford! Cold Blue in cubicle five!” I’m already on my feet before the announcement finishes. My pager screams at my waist. I silence it and bolt out of my office, my steps fast, urgent and instinctive. The moment I enter the ER bay, chaos hits me like a wall. Bodies everywhere. Patients surrounded by doctors and nurses. Elderly men and women, their skin blistered and burned. Some motionless beneath white sheets. Others writhing, convulsing, screaming. Foam spills from mouths. Their limbs thrash. The air is thick with panic and death. “What happened here?” I demand, rushing toward the nearest bed. A man, elderly, thrashes violently. Foam seeps from his mouth as his body spasm