Romans & histoires Blood On The Moon Betrayal

The fact that she had placed her hands on her hips was definitely not a good sign to continue this conversation, but I pushed forward. “...but it was also because of the Blood Moon,” I finally confessed, my heart pounding in my ears. “The High Priestess wouldn't give me the Moon Orb I needed to save my people unless I took you as my mate.” Daniella froze. “What's the Blood Moon?” My chest squeezed when I picked up her hurt flowing through the mate bond. Her expression looked like it was sculpted in stone, but I already knew what laid underneath those hard eyes staring at me. “It is exactly what it is,” I said in a rough voice. “When the full moon turns red, every wolf in the realm will lose

If I told them. If I told Barzil that the only way to fix the moon was to sacrifice her, he would burn the world himself to stop it. If I told Viggo, he would tear the prophecy apart with his teeth. They would choose her over existence. And in doing so, they would trigger the first vision. They would make her the Devourer. I swallowed the truth. It tasted like ash and betrayal. Bitter. Dry. "The Moon," I rasped. Wiping blood from my nose. "I saw the Blood Moon. It is rising early."

Then slowly, she put her arms on the table, lowered her head into them, and let go of the breath she’d been holding since midnight. She did not cry. She hadn’t cried in five years and she wouldn't start now. That part of her had closed the same night everything else did, the same night she’d stood in front of a crowd of wolves who had known her since childhood and watched every single one of them decide what she was before she’d spoken a single word in her own defence. The Blood Moon Massacre. That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

The traitor’s scent was buried beneath dozens of others, making it impossible to track. Killian gathered the inner circle in the strategy room again. Luca was in the healer’s wing with one of the omegas, but I couldn’t relax knowing the enemy had been inside our walls hours earlier. “We hold the line tonight,” Killian said, standing over the map like a general at war — which, I supposed, he was. “Tomorrow, the Blood Moon rises. That’s when they’ll throw everything at us.” Rhys crossed his arms. “And what about the leak? If we can’t find the traitor before then, we’ll be fighting blind.”

Now I think back I know what kind of an idiot was I. He said he was an orphan hurt by the rogues. I was a stupid fool who believed the story and took him with me. My father didn't buy the story but still, he kept him with us because I wanted him. He even agreed to our marriage. On my seventeenth birthday, I realised that he was in fact, my mate. I thought the moon goddess gave me a blessing. He launched an attack on us the night of our wedding. We were too unprepared that the fight didn't last a single day. He took over the alpha position from my father and ordered the death of my father and brother. I didn't watch it happen right in front of my eyes. That was the only saving grace he had do

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

As I walked back to my position on the field, one thing became painfully clear. Selene hadn’t forgotten. She was protecting something. Or someone. And that meant the betrayal inside Blood Moon was deeper than I had imagined. Much deeper. And now, I had just made myself part of it.

"The prisoner helps now. Maybe he is not the enemy after all." Another answered. "He found the clue. We watch him still but he earns respect today." Meanwhile Mara discovered that the bloody message left in the cell matched an ancient warning. She showed it to Riven. "The Hollow Moon first destroys trust before it destroys bloodlines. The message warns us of this pattern." Riven studied it. "Then we break the pattern. We keep trust alive here. Tell me more Mara." Mara pointed to the runes. "The old texts say betrayal opens the door for the shadows. The spy uses fear against us."

I asked. "The Blood Moon Crystal is ancient," he said. "Older than any of the packs, older than the current bloodlines. The legends around it are not consistent, different sources say different things, but the one thing they all agree on is that it amplifies what is already present." He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees. "In a wolf with ordinary strength it would do very little. In someone carrying something exceptional, something rare, it would unlock that thing completely." I thought about what Riven had told me in the cell. The red light filling the room. Seraphis rising inside me like something surfacing from deep water.