Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

There is no celebration in our families more important than today. The bright light coming from the moon easily peeked through the window of the room. My white wedding dress, a cascade of silk and lace, danced and swayed with each step I took towards the window. I pressed my palm against the cool jamb, seeking a moment of solace from the storm of emotions swirling within me. The full moon, usually a beacon of cool silver, hung low in the sky, its usually gentle light replaced by an ominous, blood-red hue. I took a deep breath. It was a fitting omen. Perhaps, for a day that would forever alter the course of our families' histories.

Nine Months Later 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.

Maya said, "that's when the blood moon rises. And blood moons make Daisy's power stronger. The ancient ones won't be able to resist trying to claim her when her power is at its peak." Noah looked at me, then at his unconscious mate, then at his childhood friends who had just revealed themselves to be something entirely different than what they seemed. "I need time to think about this," he said. "Time is the one thing we don't have," Alex said. "The blood moon rises in six hours. If we're going to move Daisy, it has to be now." That's when we heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside. Someone was coming toward the guest room.

Time was a cruel thing, moving too fast when you wanted it to stop and too slow when you needed it to pass. I stayed at that window until the first rays of dawn painted the horizon pink and gold. Somewhere in the castle, a horn blew. To the wolves it sounded majestic but to me it sounded like dread. The Blood Hunt had begun. I gripped Von's wooden bird tighter, feeling it cut into my skin, and watched as the hunting party assembled in the courtyard below. Wolves in human form, weapons gleaming, faces eager with anticipation. And at their center, dressed in black and radiating lethal grace, was Kaelen.

Only the lingering sense that something ancient had passed through—and would return. Back inside the mansion, Dimitri finally rose from his bed, crossing silently to the window. He looked out over the grounds, eyes scanning the darkness. Nothing. Yet his hand clenched slowly at his side. “Soon,” he murmured to the night, voice barely audible. “I can feel it.” In Amelia’s room, the moonlight shifted across her face as the clouds parted. Her breathing steadied again, unaware that the balance she had only just found had already drawn attention.

Chapter 116 Blood Moon Rise Remi POV The night waiting for me was a very tough one to handle, the Blood Moon was very high above the forest, swollen and red, and bleeding across the sky like a wound. It was the sign I had been waiting for. My claws twitched, and for a while my breath came in sharp bursts, and my chest was alive with hunger. This was not just a night of hunting. This was the night end Greko Pack, and feast on anyone that comes out ways.

But first, we had to survive the night. I leaned my head against the window, watching the moon rise higher in the sky—full and bright and beautiful. A blood moon, I realized. How fitting. The battle for Crestfall had truly begun. And I had the sinking feeling that before this was over, a lot more blood would be spilled. To be continued...

“Under the blood moon. Whatever happens after, know this: you are mine. Marked or unmarked. Bond or no bond. Mine.” Ashley nodded, throat too tight for words. They stood together on the tower until the clouds parted and the waxing moon spilled silver across the snow. Below them the keep slept, unaware of the fracture forming in its foun dations. Two nights remained. The hunger between them had become a wildfire. And the dawn duel waited like a blade in the dark.

I look back at her, just for a heartbeat, and see that her fingers are stained with ink, the sign freshly made. Past the market, the architecture grows grander but colder. Every window is dark, every doorway watched by someone who thinks themselves invisible. We pass a tavern—its sign half-torn, the letters rearranged to spell something obscene—and through the open door I glimpse a crowd gathered around a gaming table, the only sound the click of dice and the mutter of lost bets. No one sings, not even the old campaign songs. Perhaps the memory is too bitter now. Sir Darius leans close, voice low. "We’re being watched."

She glares at the bruised, bleeding kids in Room 205. "Same garbage every year!" she roars, her voice literally shaking the lights. "Get back inside your room right now!" The so-called elite students scramble inside like terrified mice, slamming the door shut. The Manager turns her fierce glare to me. "And you! Stop dawdling! The Blood Moon is rising. Get to your room and lock the door!" I blink. Blood Moon? What the hell is a Blood Moon? I open my mouth to ask if there's a hazard pay multiplier for surviving one, but the Manager is already marching down the hall, muttering nervously to herself about "something bad happening tonight."