Romans & histoires Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising

My heart was racing but I forced my voice to stay steady. “You’re not welcome here,” I said. Aerin’s gaze settled on me. There was no anger in his expression. If anything, there was something softer. That unsettled me more than fury would have. “The Blood Moon has risen,” he said calmly. “I can see that.” “It is time.” “You said it was settled.” “I said it was delayed.” The red light outside intensified, stretching long shadows across the floor between us. I felt it in my chest like a low hum, like the moon itself was pulling at something inside me.

Because my gut tells me I won’t be looking at it for much longer. The bit the crazed Imogen-Luna Ruth hijacker mentioned about me dying freaked me out. What is the point of giving Zena up, rebuilding my honour and pride to end up as a bloodstain on the forest floor? Tomorrow night is the full moon. A blood moon. End of days. White Forest will draw the hybrids out of the city, only for Rising Star to rip out the guts and get Phillipe. That’s how Nikolai described it anyway. Yawning, I make my way up the castle steps to relieve the night shift, when Adrian, who looks as fresh as a newborn, shouts up, “Where were you!”

"I know, Victor. I just wish I could do something to help her." We sat in silence, both lost in our thoughts. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed amplified in the quiet room, marking the agonisingly slow passage of time. I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb, trying to convey my presence through the simplest of actions. Suddenly, the room shifted, the air growing denser. The inky darkness outside the window lit up with a crimson hue. Victor and I shared a glance, recognising the omen that now floated above us—a blood moon. Everyone in our world knew the significance of such an event. It wasn’t just an astrological phenomenon; it was a harbinger, a warning. The blood moon never

The day smelled of roses and rain. Morning light spilled through the arched windows of the Moonspire Cathedral, catching on the silver banners that draped from the high ceilings. The banners bore two crests side by side — the wolf sigil of Kael’s house and the moonlit rose of the vampire court.

he sits me on his lap in the bath. “I love you, Wyatt, things will work out, I just couldn’t keep this from you,” guilt is eating at me even more than before. “I love you, my little wolf,” he kisses my forehead. “We have to get going soon baby, the Blood Moon is rising in approximately an hour,” Wyatt smiled. “Thanks for reminding me,” I growl, rolling my eyes. “That leaves me enough time to get your mind right back off of it,” he lifts me up out of the water, laying me flat on the cold tile floor, my ass at the edge of the tub where his face hovers over my pussy.

She felt a premonition that something far from good was about to happen. It must be something to do with the moons and their orbit, she realised. There would be occasional encounters that she would feel some clairvoyance, although such occurrences did not happen very often. Her hunch had been accurate before, and this time, the feeling she had was way more powerful than how she had sensed before. She was adamant that something grim would happen this time, but she couldn’t stay for much longer in the temple. The temple made her feel eerie at times, and the bathroom had already interfered with her magic.

Sasha's not going to be happy about this. M: Whose Sasha? Ethan raised a brow at his cousin. E: She's a hot she wolf I'm currently going out with. M: Currently? E: Not that it's any of your business, but I tend to drop the girls when they get clingy, especially after the bad moon. M: You mean Blood Moon? Mark rolled his eyes standing near the window observing how Kavyaa was looking worriedly down at the vase she accidentally broke. Ethan followed her dark brown eyes and smiled down, answering her previous question.

I scream. He laughs. “With what? Your half-broken memories? Your little sword?” Then he raises his hand And the sky cracks open. A beam of red light shoots down. The Blood Moon has risen. The wind howls, The earth shakes, And from the temple… the gate begins to open. I stare in horror as shadows pour out like smoke. Monsters, Wolves…Eyes glowing, Teeth sharp. Victor smiled wider. “Welcome back, Selene.” And behind me, Kael whispers, “It’s too late.”

I wouldn’t want anything going wrong with my Heir growing in Lyra’s womb. “The astrologers gave a report that the blood moon should start rising in the sky from 7pm tonight,” Damon reported, scrolling through his tablet. I stared absentmindedly at the open space, my mind reeling through possible scenarios of the night that I didn't hear Damon until he yelled out my name. “Jake?” he called again, this time nudging his shoulder against mine, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What were you thinking about?” Damon asked with his brows slightly furrowed.

I blinked slowly, realizing that there was a small source of light in the room after all. My eyes followed the source, landing on the window above me. The light cast an eerie glow that painted the surroundings in haunting shades. I squinted, my gaze drawn to the unsettling sight outside. It was a Blood Moon, its ominous crimson hue intensifying the foreboding atmosphere within the room. A Blood Moon... that was never a good sign. They symbolized the coming of a bad omen—and in some cases, even death. The sight of the moon, stark and captivating, stirred a primal instinct deep within me—a lingering unease that sent a subtle shiver down my spine.