Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

They were wet and red upon sight. Blood. Disoriented, I braced myself against the tree...but my blood-slicked palm pressed flat against its bark. The rune beneath the roots ignited violently. The sky shifted immediately. I looked up to see that the once bright and silver moon... had now turned red. Glowing red. The Blood Moon had risen. Panic squeezed my heart as I shook my head. “No...no..no..no...no!” Pain exploded in my head, causing me to fall weakly as the darkness pulled me in..

No one moved in their seats to challenge the most powerful man in the pack. “Good,” he said, nodding pleasantly. “The meeting is adjourned.” We were halfway down the corridor when Nirvana caught a whiff of danger from the moon. It had risen fully now, swollen and red, staining the marble floors with blood colored light. The blood moon… “The blood moon?” I wondered why there was one when it wasn’t yet the time of the month. Rozen stopped so fast I nearly collided with his back. “Do you feel that?” I asked when I felt the energy shift instantly.

"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.

But roasted meat could only get me so far. There was a door in the kitchen, and a peep through the window told me that it was the backyard. I went out and the night's cold breeze did something to calm my nerves. Marcello was right, this place linked into a thick forest. And with my enhanced sight and hearing, I sensed bats from close by trees. Those were going to have to do for the night. I ran with a desperation that I could not suppress. And before I knew it, my fangs were deep in a bat. I moaned as the metallic state of blood filled my mouth, sucking it in for my dear life.

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.