Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

The night sky burned with a crimson glow. The Blood Moon had risen, painting the forest in shades of scarlet. Its strange light shimmered on every branch and every ripple of water, filling the world with an eerie, otherworldly radiance. Aria stood on the cliffside, breath catching in her throat as she gazed at the moon. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart pounding in time with the steady hum of power thrumming through the air. The wolf inside her stirred with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Then toward the distant palace where Cassian was being held. “I will save them all.” The silver mark on my palm ignited. The sky above the forest turned red. A massive Blood Moon appeared between the clouds. Every soldier fell to his knees. Even Rowan bowed his head. The stranger stared at the sky. “No…” I looked at him. “What?” He swallowed. “The Blood Moon has risen before its time.” The forest began to shake. The ground split beneath us. And from somewhere deep inside the mountain, the Shadow King spoke. “Now, Blood Moon Queen…”

Blood Moon Rising The moon hung low and red in the sky, a rare blood moon that cast an eerie glow across Shadowmoor. The pack believed it was a sign—some said it meant change, others, doom. Lena wasn’t sure what to believe. All she knew was that time was running out.

Alive. “She doesn’t know yet,” I said. “But she will feel it soon.” The shadow leaned close, voice almost reverent. “And when she resists again?” I didn’t look away. “Then we stop asking.” I sealed the chamber with a gesture older than language. As the last sigil locked into place, the moonlight above pulsed once sharp, bright, almost eager. Somewhere in the Academy, Bella would feel it. And soon, very soon She would understand that blood does not ask permission.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

There was no mistaken which Valdez twin it was. She walked over to the table that Leila sat at with the Sheriff. She leaned down and gave Leila a hug. She smelled of smoke and blood. Clyde’s blood. Leila shivered. But it didn’t mean anything. But she didn’t work last night. Zanna had said her twin was out in the swamps doing rituals on the night of the full moon. So why would Zenia have the scent of Clyde’s blood on her? She could have picked it from hugging her sister or something.

I loved every bit of Martha's expression. The woman who I did not know was the first to recover and she pointed up at the sky. I looked up and saw a blood red moon. "Was I really asleep that long? The blood moon is not due for a month again at the very least," I exclaimed, incredulous. "Something someone did messed up the time axis of the world and de-railed the stars," the unknown woman provided. "And you are?" I asked. "Amelia." My thoughts ground to a halt as I heard the name. Was this not the gal Lycidas had been head over heels for? I found myself uncomfortable and perhaps slightly angry at the thought.

“Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.” My head snapped up. It was slowly growing dim outside, and the red Blood Moon was rising, as he had said. Soon, I would have no control over my actions. “Call me on my cell if you need me. I don’t care what time of the day or night it is.” “I will.” “Oh, and Wyatt?” His head snapped up, eyebrows raised. “Thank you... for everything.” He nodded once as one corner of his lips curled into a sly smile. “Now, get inside before I have to fight the women off for you.”

A blood moon rises on the horizon, painting the ground with a bloody glow as it creeps closer and closer to the grounds of Emerald Moon, where a woman is beginning to feel the signs of labor. The packhouse comes alive in preparation for the arrival of an heir, while a group of cloak-clad figures also gather around a circle where a single woman lays bleeding from her wrists, ankles, and neck. As her blood stains the carved pendulum beneath her, the wind begins to swirl, and the dark beast's grunts and groans can be heard echoing around the cave they are safely tucked away in.

The evening had progressed. The sky transitioned from hues of orange and pink to deeper shades of blue and purple as night descended. The world around gradually succumbed to darkness. Amidst this transition, the moon began to make its presence known. At first, a faint sliver appeared in the sky, barely visible against the darkening backdrop. As minutes passed, the moon climbed higher, its glow intensifying with each passing moment. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, occasionally veiling the moon's radiance until it was completely out, shining bright from the sky where it was.