Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

"And I will never be yours." Ronan’s smile widened, revealing teeth that were already beginning to sharpen. "That’s the fire. I can smell it. It’s delicious. You think you’re fighting for Zayden, but you’re just stoking the flames for me." He stood up and walked to the wall, pulling a heavy lever. A grinding sound of stone on stone echoed through the chamber, and the ceiling began to retract. Above us, the sky was no longer grey. It was a bruised, terrifying shade of violet, and the moon—the Blood Moon—was rising, a massive, crimson eye staring down at us.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come. But before I can move and run back to Oasis Pack, the sky dims slightly, the edges of day retreating. I glance up through the canopy of trees. The sun is dipping lower, shadows stretching long and sharp. A shiver runs down my spine. Something in the air shifted, heavy and strange. The Blood Moon is about to rise.

Every drop of blood in this cursed place seemed to have a memory, a mouth, or a master. The pool trembled. Not from movement in the tower. From somewhere else. Thorncrest. Selene. Mira’s chains. A girl in white on black marble, staring at me like I was the monster in the story. I swallowed hard. The tower smelled of smoke, sweat, fear, old wounds, and now the faint clinging rot of roses. Selene’s perfume had vanished from the air, but not from my mind. The blood moon rises in seven nights. Seven nights.

MARCELLO It was at the darkest time of the night that she usually came out to swim in the river, and I would watch as her clothes would fall to the ground, exposing her skin like milk. The first time I saw her, I was high up in an oak tree, watching out for intruders as it was my turn that night. As soon as I sighted her, my first instinct was to attack, but the moon cast its silver glow on her face and I was stopped in my tracks. I had simply not seen anything like her before. Her grey eyes caught the moonlight beautifully and, at that moment, all I wanted to do was to watch her exist.

Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin. I have to focus on pushing my wolf down from the surface. Someone has hurt what's ours, and it's fresh from the way she starts rubbing it pulling her sleeve down making sure it stays covered. I can feel my wolf rattling my cage. He wants to go up to her, sweep her up off the floor and claim her as his in front of everyone. Though I'm pretty sure the tiny human girl would definitely bolt before I'd even get close enough.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

“At the origin point. And he’s carrying a piece of the Bloodmoon Mark in his blood. The ground knows.” “So he’s a carrier,” I said. “All three of us are,” Rhydian replied. The road curved and through the trees I could finally see it, the gold light rising in columns, unreal and beautiful, nothing like I pictured when I woke up today. And right in the center, too far to see but easy to find, a single unmoving shape in silver light. Soren, alone, while four hundred wolves watched. My phone buzzed. Soren. Finally.

I awoke to the blaring sound of an alarm, not the kind that is meant to be a simple reminder, the kind that is a warning, one that signifies something is very wrong. I jumped up trying to catch my bearings now on high alert. I am always prepared for anything no matter the setting. My eyes darted to the clock, aware that I was not within the sun-protected walls of vampire compound and breathed a sigh of relief. It was after dusk, which meant I would be able to move about more freely.

The path to Raven's trust was labyrinthine, but with every step, with every stolen glance and unspoken word, they were drawing closer. The world was cloaked in a cocoon of stillness as night's embrace stretched across the vast expanse. The moon, in all its silvery splendor, cast a luminescent glow that transformed the terrain into a realm of magic and mystery. The gentle shimmer of the moonlight was like an artist's brush, painting the scene with ethereal strokes, making everything it touched seem both real and dreamlike.

She ran inside in tears without saying another word and night fell quickly which made me cursed our loud at the season. Velmora always looked more haunted under the moon, and tonight, it was worse. It was Still, cold and unnaturally quiet. Because tonight was the Blood Moon. And the curse inside me stirred like a beast waking from slumber. Fucking hell! I shouldn't have stayed in the goddamn mansion. My veins burned and my skin prickled with heat while my spine arched with my bones threatening to snap. Fuck. Fuck! The old bastard forgot to tell us and I forgot!