Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

"Then let’s get out of here before it shows us something worse." ________________________________________ They pressed on, the whispers fading into the distance as they climbed higher into the mountains. The air grew colder, the scent of damp stone and moss replacing the thick, oppressive mist. Night fell swiftly, the moon rising high above them—full, glowing, casting an eerie red hue across the landscape. "The Blood Moon," Damien muttered, his gaze locked on the sky. "It’s never looked this bright before." Soren exhaled slowly. "It’s a warning." Eve’s brows furrowed. "A warning for what?"

Tristan moved closer to the doorway, tension replacing his earlier confidence. “What are you talking about?” Blake’s gaze lifted toward the ceiling as the tremor deepens. “The Blood Moon.” The words fell heavy between us. “It does not rise for several more nights.” Another rumble shook the ground. Stronger this time. Closer. And somewhere above the archive walls— The Blood Moon began to rise. Too early.

“You’re Kael’s man.” The assassin chuckled. “You still don’t understand, do you? He isn’t coming for her.” His dark gaze flickered toward Talon. “He’s coming for you.” Talon’s body went rigid. Amelia’s breath hitched. The assassin smiled, his eyes gleaming like a man who had accepted death. “When the Blood Moon rises... the Queen will fall.” The room turned deathly silent. The Blood Moon. Amelia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The Blood Moon was more than just a celestial event. It was a night of power, where magic surged to its peak, where bonds could either be strengthened… or broken.

A shiver ran down her spine as her mother finally replied. “There is a bad moon rising,” she murmured, her gaze then turning to the skies. “Bad moon rising,” her mother repeated, her brown eyes looking like they were a thousand miles away. Specks of snow settled against Lucinda’s olive skin as she gazed at the sky and repeated the words that didn’t make any sense to Mara. Growing more worried by the second, Mara approached her mother, hoping to snap her out of her trance. “Mother,” she repeated tentatively, reaching out a hand. When her fingers came into contact with her mother’s shoulder, Lucinda finally snapped her attention to Mara.

Jasmine The hush that had fallen was soon broken by Micheal but with silence as his hand moved to point at the glowing moon that now had a red spot visible on it, the mark standing out in the glow of the moon itself but looking terrifying and so red that it looked almost....black. "It's the blood moon," The utterance from Archer washed away the question I was about to ask before it even left my mouth.

Lucian breathes. Araya's blood runs cold. She knows this phenomenon. Heard the legends from old Direwolf tales. "The Blood Moon," Araya whispers. "But it's not supposed to rise for three more nights." As they watch, the red spreads faster. Consuming the blue. Turning day into eerie crimson twilight. The full moon appears despite the sun still visible. Massive. Red as fresh blood. Hanging in the sky like a wound. Every wolf in Drevalon feels it. The pull. The command. The ancient call that cannot be denied.

The moon bled crimson that night, just as it had in every nightmare for as long as Lexi could remember. In the dream, the forest screamed. Steel clashed against claw and fang. A deep, commanding roar tore through the havoc...a voice that felt both ancient and achingly familiar. Then came the sharp cry of an infant, raw and helpless, followed by the wet sound of something heavy hitting the ground. Shadows moved like living smoke, snatching the tiny bundle away into the darkness. Drops of blood fell upward, staining the moon until it pulsed like a wounded heart.

She could hear, beneath the bar noise, a soft sound, a voice she didn’t know, asking him something she couldn’t catch. “Who is that?” she said. “Selene—” “Who is that.” He hung up. She stood in the dark kitchen for a long time as the tap dripped slowly, as though it didn't want to be noticed. Somewhere in the house a clock was ticking. Through the window, the moon was rising, full, white and indifferent, the way moons always were, the way everyone in her life eventually became.

Another blood moon" he chuckled, recalling the rise of the blood moon that shook even hell and heaven, this was similar but not strong enough. "You think this is funny!?" "We can't miss this" Erroll raised his hand and both men vanished from the throne hall, Caesar watched as they appeared on the palace balcony. Caesar watched stunned as the night darkened, the moon glowed brighter than they have ever seen, full and round while thunder and lightning graced the sky, he could feel heaven vibrating along with the earth, if not worst. From where he stood, he could hear thousands of screams, coming from all over Arcelia, he could hear the cries of his people going through another horror, similar

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.