Blood On The Moon Betrayal Novels & Stories

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

storm gray, cold as the glaciers that fed the rivers, yet burning with something darker whenever they moved. Ashley had intended to slip in through the side door, set the tray on the serving table, and vanish back into the shadows. But the conversation pulled her to a halt behind the heavy tapestry that separated the servants' passage from the hall. She pressed herself against the stone, heart thudding. "...the alliance will be sealed under the blood moon," Gideon was saying, voice rough with satisfaction. "Clara carries the mark. The Moon Goddess herself has chosen her. Your pack gains strength, mine gains territory. A fair trade."

“You’re not a warrior. You’re the key to the empire. If Hunter captures you, he’ll use your mystical blood to activate the Heart of the Moon for himself and destroy everything I’ve built. I will not let you hand yourself over to the pack that trampled you.” “Then help me!” I demanded, holding his gaze with a dignity that seemed to disarm him. “You offered me a deal. You said Blood Moon never gives back what falls into its claws. You said I was yours to protect. Were those just empty words so you could use me as a mystical tool?”

“The child of the Blood Moon was created for its restoration." The words bounced off the walls, reverberating through the chamber. When I turn to Oravx, all colour is drained from his face, leaving his skin the shade of wet ash. "But…” he begins slowly, "...every single record says that the birth of a child of the Blood Moon brings nothing but ruins." “Every surviving record,” the Keeper corrects him. “There's a difference." She raises her staff and points towards another section of the mural that we missed, it had been hidden in the shadows.

There was absolutely no way that he would ever feel something like that toward me, and I couldn’t accept him either way. “What’s so special about the blood moon?” I blurt out, desperately wanting a change of topic. “Why do you keep bringing it up?” “The blood moon?” Chanel repeats, not seeming too interested. “It’s when members of Moon Storm lose control of ourselves and mate.” She continues. “What?” I gasp, my eyes growing wide. “Does that really happen?” “It does,” she responds. “Consider it a curse of our pack.” A curse. How was it possible that Moon Storm had so much bad luck circling around it? It truly was suspicious, and I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened in the past. Co

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

I'm sure Skylar will show up if she sees the caddie she considers her friend, whom she thinks is sincere towards her without knowing that she's the one who lured her to my place. “Don’t stop, bitch! I press the horn to make her keep walking. The caddie did look tired and was staggering, but that wasn't my fault. It was her fault for betraying me. So she deserved her punishment. And coincidentally, her betrayal was exposed today. The day of the first moon of the month, which meant it was the day Wild Hurricane would hunt. We call this hunting activity The Lunar Hunt. And we call our prey The Fallen.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

Raymond's POV The night air was heavy, almost suffocating, as I stood at the edge of the ancient stone circle hidden deep within the heart of our territory. The moon was already beginning its slow climb into the sky, its silvery light cutting through the shadows like a blade. Tonight, it would become full and crimson, the rare blood moon that only appeared once every few decades. It was the only night powerful enough to fuel the ritual I needed to break Ethan’s hold on Paige.

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.