Novel & Cerita Blood Moon Creatures Of Sonaria

Sienna said, and the gate-archers laughed, short and mean, worshipful in the way soldiers are when their queen speaks like them. A wind slid down from the fractured moon, wrong and cold. The sky, which had been salt-pale, deepened, reddened, then bruised, then bled. A rim of light formed around the lunar disc, a ring like an eye afflicted. When it opened, the color poured out. “The Blood Moon,” someone whispered, and someone else spat to break the omen. The spit froze before it hit stone. “Sienna,” Ryder said, eyes narrowed. “Whatever she put in you, hold it.”

He said, waving for me to follow him. “Oh, fun.” My voice was heavy with sarcasm as I flipped my black fedora on and followed him out. The drive to the Shelton house in Bloodmoon took about two hours. It was a quiet neighborhood. Though I expected that Bloodmoon would be a peaceful place for years, I think the last time something big went down here was the massive ‘earthquake’ the Incubi Luna caused when her kid sister, the now Delta female of Bloodmoon, was kidnapped. Maybe that’s why vampires and other species have issues with wolves. The kind of power some of them possess is crazy.

His mother. He sank his fangs into her throat in a heartbeat. There was no time to react as he tore into her flesh, blood spurting from her artery as she screamed. Her hands tore at the creatures skin, but her own skin was breaking as she tried to break free. She was sobbing, but the sounds didn’t come as quickly as anyone thought. Slowly, she began to gurgle instead of cry. When the creature dropped her body, Liam felt as if he had died.

The sky broke entirely apart. The terrifying cosmic vortex churning directly above the Temple of the First Moon continued to violently widen, gradually swallowing the weeping Blood Moon in a massive, swirling spiral of suffocating crimson and absolute black. From its volatile depths poured hundreds of vicious shadow beasts—grotesque, undulating creatures with glowing crimson eyes, twisted leathery wings, and jagged claws forged entirely from living darkness. Their piercing, unnatural shrieks echoed agonizingly across the entire isolated island, vibrating the very marrow of those who stood below.

Flashes of silver lights, blinding to my eyes, that's all I see around me at first, then comes the screams from voices…but it's not in the clearing… “I'm not in the clearing,” I whisper to myself, looking down at my skin that now has a translucent hue. “What's happening to me…am I dead?”panic and fear flood my senses but before I have enough time to explore and understand the situation, the smell of blood hits me. I turn to see a lot of women, standing under the blood moon, the same moon that witnessed my birth.

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.

CHAPTER 6 — BLOOD UNDER MOONLIGHT Lyra’s POV The scream didn’t come from me. It came from the crowd. From the moment my claws tore through flesh, time fractured. Sound dulled. The feast hall—once roaring with laughter, music, and the thick scent of roasted meat—collapsed into stunned silence broken only by the wet thud of a body hitting stone. My hands were red. Not metaphorically. Literally. Blood slid down my fingers in slow, viscous lines, warm and unmistakably real. It dripped onto the marble floor, splattering against the Blackthorn crest carved beneath my feet.

Finally we reached a door carved with thorned vines. Lucien pressed his palm against the wood and it swung open silently. The garden beyond stole my breath. It should not exist this far underground but somehow it did. A courtyard open to the night sky above where stars glittered like scattered diamonds. Black roses grew everywhere climbing walls and spilling from their stone planters. Their petals absorbed light rather than reflecting it just like Queen mother seraphine's hair and at their centers had a faint crimson glow pulsed like heartbeats. "My mother's blood garden." Lucien moved down a path between the roses. "Each plant is fed with vampire blood mixed into the soil. It sustains them