Blood On The Moon Betrayal Novels & Stories

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

“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.

Rule: The Blood Moon never sets until the debt is paid. Willa leaned her head against the cold window, watching as the stars outside turned into streaks of blood-red light. She was going to do this. She was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that by the time this game was over, Jaxson Vane was the one begging for air.

The sound tore from my throat like the painful growl of a wounded lion. I raised my gun, my finger tight on the trigger. But Mikhail didn’t look guilty. He looked… confused and shocked. He held up his hands slowly. “Dimitri? What are you…” he started. I didn’t let him finish. The betrayal was too deep. BANG. I shot him. The shot echoed in the hallway. Mikhail cried out, clutching his leg as he crumpled to the floor. A red stain bloomed on his trousers. “You silly boy!” he shrieked in pain, his face white. “What have you done!”

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

I read the lines once, then again, as if they might rearrange themselves into a different truth. Daughter— I have reached terms with the enemy. You will not believe the conditions, but I require your assent. By the time you read this, emissaries from Tharros will be riding for the Wound. Meet them at the Oathstones. Bring the wardens. Do not delay. The priests will protest. Ignore them. You will be my voice. You will carry the pact home. There must be no further war. A.

Then the moon rose. Slowly. Wrong. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t silver. It was red. Deep, dark crimson, like it had been soaked in blood. The Blood Moon. My heart dropped into my stomach. Fia stiffened beside me. “Mom,” she whispered. “It’s starting.” Finn grabbed her hand. “What’s starting?” She swallowed. “The prophecy.” A low murmur moved through the armies. Even hardened Alphas felt it. The air itself seemed heavier, pressing down on every soul.