Blood Moon Creatures Of Sonaria Mga Nobela at Kwento

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

The pack’s warriors scrambled, claws out, but the air was thick with fear. The howl from the north, cold, ancient, hungry still echoed, promising death. “It’s here!” Aria shouted, her voice sharp. The crimson eclipse swallowed the moon, casting the camp in a blood-red glow. Her bond with Kael pulsed, his strength grounding her, but the Oath’s whisper clawed at her mind: His blood will free me. The shadows surged, forming wolves with fur like liquid night, their eyes blazing crimson. At their head stood the Daughter of the Iceborn, her silver fur glinting, her claws dripping with dark energy.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

Just then the head of the maids stepped out and sighted me, her twisted in anger. “You ought to be on your way now, but good thing you are still around. Be fast and get the ingredients, we will be needing more than usual because tomorrow is the blood moon festival. You have to be up as early as possible to get everything prepared. You know how important this event is to the pack and the important Alphas that would be in attendance, so you can't be sluggish. Now move it," she informed me as I stumbled forward with a nod. The rough ground dug into my already blistered soles as I made my way out of the packhouse. As I walked in silence and darkness around me save for the streetlights that brigh

to glow faintly in the candlelight, almost as if they were alive. "You're a witch," Seraphine breathed quietly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She had suspected that Soraya was not just an ordinary being, but the world had not heard of witches in decades. Their existence had been told in stories, but she never imagined meeting a witch in person. "I've never met a witch before." Soraya nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am, Luna. And it is my duty to tell you about this. To teach you what you need to know, and to stand by your side as you fulfill your destiny." Moments later, Soraya led Seraphine through a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking u

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

Something older. Jacob raised his hands. Not again. The last time he did this at my pack, we barely survived. “Blood Moon,” he called out. “Release your beast!” The seal split down the middle. And something climbed out. Massive. Horned. Dripping in black, oozing liquid that steamed where it hit the floor. Its eyes locked on us, red and hungry. Elara stepped in front of me. “No,” I said, pulling her back. “We face it together.”

You feel the pain, heal partially, only for it to start all over again in a vicious cycle. Welp, sucked to be him. It didn’t take much to get him talking and so far, we’d found out a lot of information. Oceanus was a vampire, but he sang like a bird. Now it just seemed like Onyx was playing him, like a lioness with her prey.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)