Blood On The Clocktower Bad Moon Rising Novels & Stories

I shouted, desperation filling my voice, but she didn’t hear me. “She can’t hear you,” Tharros warned, his voice low. “Then how do we help her?” I demanded, panic rising. Tharros swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving the dark figure. “It’s too late. The ceremony’s already begun.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucien asked, his tone sharp. “Azara and Rhaegos have combined their powers and are summoning the Blood Moon. They plan to use its energy to corrupt Emily. If that happens…” Tharros trailed off, his voice faltering. The thought of losing Emily almost made me buckle.

“The Moon’s chosen.” Someone further back added, “Her blood could wake the mountain.” I turned, startled. More Moirea had gathered now, circling around the fire. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Some stood behind trees, half-hidden in the shadows, their glowing eyes watching. Hope. I could feel it. Radiating from them. Sharp and dangerous. “Why now?” I asked, my throat tight. “Why would the enemy take me now?” Mira exhaled. “Because the Blood Moon rises in three weeks. And your blood is essential to them just like your mothers. ”

The city outside the Moretti penthouse pulsed with life — the hum of cars, distant sirens, and the faint chatter of late-night pedestrians blending into a steady rhythm. But inside, the air was thick with a tension so sharp it felt like it could cut. Isabella stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the blur of headlights snake through the wet streets. The rain had stopped, but the night still smelled of cold and uncertainty. Her hands rested lightly on the glass, as if she could hold back the danger lurking just beyond.

She willed her mind to go forward and immediately her vision slid along the length of the coil, gaining speed as it went. She moved so quickly along the glowing coil that everything around her flew by in flashes and streaks of color. The flowing colors came to an abrupt halt as she reached the end of the coil. The sky was a deep navy blue as if the sun had not yet risen above the horizon. Cole stood on a ladder at the roof of his house. Several tools were scattered across the roof and he held a hammer in his left hand while he sucked on his right thumb with his eyes closed and his face contorted in pain.

The way she smiled—not sweet, but bright, and always at the worst possible moment. I’d spent a hundred years closing the doors she waltzed through in days. I told myself it was the castle responding to her bloodline. To the history buried beneath its foundations. But I knew better. It wasn’t just the castle. It was me. — I stood now on the observatory balcony, the night wind pulling at the hem of my coat, the moon high and cold above. Below, the greenhouse glowed faintly, biolights drifting like fireflies in the dark.

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

"The red full moon will be up soon. It's a blood moon, I mean. I... have to lock myself in and make sure everything is safe." Ericka was shocked. "How did you know there was going to be a red full moon? Are there any signs that indicate it?" "For the past two nights, the moon has had a red side that's getting wider and wider. You probably haven't noticed it because not everyone can see it. Only werewolves," Liam replied. "And I'm starting to have a slight fever now." "Oh!" Ericka returned to the dining table, placed all her belongings on the table, and approached Liam.

They paused at the cliff’s edge, where the sea clawed at the rocks far below. Moonlight revealed a glimpse of pale skin, lips curled in a sharp smile. “Maya,” they murmured, tasting the name like a curse. “The forbidden child. The mistake.” A raven dropped from the sky, landing on their outstretched arm. Its eyes glowed faintly red, reflecting secrets only its master knew. The cloaked figure stroked its feathers absently. “Your mother may hide you beneath the wolves’ protection, but blood always finds its way home. Andwhen it does…” The figure’s smile widened. “The

They were wet and red upon sight. Blood. Disoriented, I braced myself against the tree...but my blood-slicked palm pressed flat against its bark. The rune beneath the roots ignited violently. The sky shifted immediately. I looked up to see that the once bright and silver moon... had now turned red. Glowing red. The Blood Moon had risen. Panic squeezed my heart as I shook my head. “No...no..no..no...no!” Pain exploded in my head, causing me to fall weakly as the darkness pulled me in..

No one moved in their seats to challenge the most powerful man in the pack. “Good,” he said, nodding pleasantly. “The meeting is adjourned.” We were halfway down the corridor when Nirvana caught a whiff of danger from the moon. It had risen fully now, swollen and red, staining the marble floors with blood colored light. The blood moon… “The blood moon?” I wondered why there was one when it wasn’t yet the time of the month. Rozen stopped so fast I nearly collided with his back. “Do you feel that?” I asked when I felt the energy shift instantly.