Romans & histoires Blood Moon Creatures Of Sonaria

Mara whispered, “God help us.” Lights died, the emergency red covered everything. A hologram flickered to life in the middle of the room it showed a newborn face with ancient eyes, “Triad complete,” it said in three different voices each voice covering the other,it was Aurora’s, Mara’s, and something brandnew voice altogether “Initiating Blood Moon Phase Two.” Damien’s eyes snapped open his eyes was bright gold, consciously Lila raised the flare gun. “Aurora?”she called out to Aurora but just then,the image wearing Aurora’s face smiled with blood going down her chin. “Not anymore.”am not Aurora she implied

I mean it was really red like someone had set the atmosphere on fire. Everyone. Stared their eyes fixed on the sky. "What is that?" Marcus asked, his voice full of surprise. Nelly appeared beside us her face serious. "That is the Bloodmoon Rising, a ritual that only happens when a lot of Moonborn blood has been spilled in one night." I asked her "What does it do?" even though I was not sure I wanted to know the answer.

“Then we move fast. If the relic’s binding is accelerating, we reach the next seal before the Blood Moon crests. The longer she carries it, the more it consumes.” Ashen turned his gaze skyward. “The moon’s already turning. We’re running out of nights.” His words made something inside me twist. The crimson haze of the Tear Drop flared faintly in my vision again, and for a heartbeat, I could see the moon above and tinged with the faintest streak of red. Lysera’s voice whispered faintly through the wind. Blood calls to blood, Elara. And yours is answering. I shivered. Not from cold. From knowing she was right.

“And because something is going to happen soon. Something bigger than your mother’s lies and your stepfather’s games.” My skin prickled. “What are you talking about?” “The Blood Moon.” I frowned. “The… what?” Valessa moved to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough for the pale light outside to seep in. She gazed out as if she could already see it on the horizon. “The Blood Moon will rise in a few months. It’s rare, but when it comes, it changes everything. It stirs power you didn’t know you had. It makes bonds unbearable. It turns desire into madness. And for hybrids like you—” she glanced back at me, her eyes sharp, “it can be lethal if you aren’t prepared.”

Isabella lay awake long after the house had fallen silent. The only sound was the soft rhythm of rain tapping against the window, a steady beat that matched the relentless pulse in her chest. Darkness wrapped around her like a suffocating cloak, heavier than any noise she could hear. Her mind refused to rest. Every thought seemed to collide with another — a storm of fear, doubt, and something stubbornly fierce that refused to be silenced. She was trapped. Trapped between worlds she didn’t belong to — the cold, dangerous realm of the Moretti family, and the fading shadows of the life she once knew. Neither felt like home anymore.

Drums pounded—signals of the incoming siege. But above the chaos… …hung the moon. It wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Yet there it was—rising too soon, swollen and bleeding crimson into the sky. The Blood Moon. The cursed moon. The night fate had promised. Karl’s voice dropped low in his chest. “It comes early. They forced it.” Lucy stared upward, breath caught. “The curse… is accelerating.” Conan ran up, armor still half-strapped. “Alpha—Shadow creatures at the south wall. Hundreds. Maybe more.”

Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic. We must be prepared if we're to stand any chance against them. If an attack is imminent, it will likely coincide with the blood moon, when their powers surge to their zenith. That gives us barely a month to brace ourselves." A shiver ran down Aqua's spine as the full extent of the danger loomed before her. Every word from Aunt Cleo felt like a warning etched in stone, urging her to steel herself for the battle ahead. "I'll do whatever it takes," Aqua declared, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "We won't be caught off guard. I swear it, Aunt Cleo. I'll protect everyone here with eve

I saw a woman–tall and beautiful, her ears as sharp as her golden sword, her eyes a wonder to behold, orbs of molten gold. Remember who you are, darkness whispered. Remember who you were. I jolted awake, a fire burning in my veins. I cried out, feeling my body begin to quiver and shake violently. Something sharp tore at my flesh beneath my skin. My mind went blank and the frantic beeping quieted. "They are coming...blood will stain the earth again and history will fall in and out of embrace" it chanted echoing through my ear in a forever symphony. It wouldn't stop, it would not grow quiet. It only got louder and louder like a heartbeat pounding in my ear.

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

She pushes past me and steps out onto the balcony. I follow her out into the cold, red-tinted night. We lean over the railing, peering into the shadows below. "It's a natural phenomenon," Liviel explains, her voice still a little tight. "But the Blood Moon triggers extreme agitation and aggression in all Dark Faction creatures. That includes Reapers, you know. Haven't you felt it?" Agitation. Well, that explains a lot. No wonder I felt like a hyperactive sociopath today. CRASH! Another violent sound of shattering wood and glass shakes the floorboards beneath our feet, yanking me out of my thoughts.