Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

The Seraphin blood I didn’t ask for. I shivered. Would they smell it? Would they feel the pulse of that mark? Would they know, just from being near me? I stood up again and walked to the window. The estate grounds stretched out like a gothic dream. Trees like skeletal arms. Fountains shaped like screaming angels. The moon was rising, full and ominous, painting everything silver. Tonight was a full moon. Of course it was. It felt like the kind of night where anything could happen. The kind of night where blood oaths were made, and kingdoms rose or burned.

The words echoed through the room like a death knell. As midnight approached, the moon began to rise, redder than I had ever seen it. Not the warm blush of harvest, but a deep, violent crimson that stained the sky. The blood moon. The Crescent flared in response, pain lancing through my side so sharply I gasped. Xavier caught me before I could fall, his grip iron-strong, his voice tight with restrained panic. “Alara—” “I’m fine,” I lied, even as another vision slammed into me.

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.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

he said softly, before melting into shadow. And then we were alone. The chamber dimmed to a soft, eerie calm. The silver veins pulsed gently in the walls, no longer violent, no longer hungry, just watching. I leaned into Cael’s chest, exhausted. “How long do you think we have?” “Until the Blood Moon,” Auren answered quietly. “And when it rises… everything changes.” Cael’s hand brushed through my hair, fire sparking gently against my skin. “Then we’ll be ready. Together.”

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

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.

Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees. Kael’s jaw tightened. “This is… against every law,” he muttered. “It cannot happen. It shouldn’t happen.” Rowan’s gaze remained on Aria, unwavering, calculating. “Yet it has,” he said quietly. “There’s no denying it. The bond is here.” Dante’s lips curved into a wicked smile, though his eyes burned with something deeper. “Looks like someone’s in trouble,” he murmured, circling her again, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the tension.

But tonight, the valley was drenched in an unnatural, terrifying twilight. High above, the crescent moon was no longer silver. A slow, creeping shadow had begun to eat away at its edge, bleeding a deep, bruised crimson light across the sky. The stars had faded into an ominous slate-grey, and the wind had died down to a breathless, suffocating silence. The cosmic clock had struck its final hour. The Blood Eclipse was here.