Novelas y relatos de Bloodmoon

[First Blood Moon approaching. My expression changed. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not today. The sky suddenly darkened. The purple cracks disappeared. For a few seconds, everything became completely silent. Then the sun vanished behind a massive black shadow. People stopped in the streets. Everyone looked up. The moon appeared. Except it wasn't white. It was red. Deep red. Like blood. A terrible pressure descended over the city. Elena gripped her sword. "What is happening?" I didn't answer. I knew the Blood Moon.

In the moments right before I wake up screaming about things I can't control and people I can't protect. Same silver-blonde hair catching the light. Same violet eyes with that silver ring around the iris that nobody else has. Same bone structure that I've memorized better than I know my own face. My mother is walking through the gates of Blood Moon Academy. Except she's not my mother. She's too young. She's the right age to be a student, not a fully grown woman who murdered her husband in cold blood and then disappeared like she never existed. "Draven?" Marcus is talking to me, but his voice sounds very far away. "Man, you're getting that look. The one where you're about to lose your mind."

It's like watching a very weird food chain in real time. “The Bloodmoon is in three days,” she says eventually, setting down her knife. “We'll need to begin preparations.” Alaric doesn't look up from his plate. “Proceed according to standard preparations.” He cuts into his food before adding, “Clara will assist.” Excuse me? Since when was I consulted to work for Bloodmoon? “Bloodmoon,” I mumble. Right. Bloodmoon. The giant wolf holiday where the moon turns magically red and everyone gathers together to thank the Moon Goddess for things.

The Blood Moon rose at midnight. I stood on the balcony of the palace, watching the crimson light spread across the Moon Kingdom. The towers gleamed. The streets were empty, the people huddled in their homes, praying for deliverance. The air was thick with tension, with fear, with the weight of what was coming. The sky above was black, the stars hidden behind clouds of shadow. Only the Blood Moon remained, its crimson light pulsing with ancient power. The mark on my chest throbbed in rhythm with its light, a constant reminder of the bond that could never be broken.

Lucian’s flames ignited. “Say another word about my child.” Azrael laughed. “You still don’t understand, Lucian.” He raised his hand. The sky turned red. A gigantic blood moon appeared above them. Amara’s eyes widened. “That moon…” Azrael’s voice became almost gentle. “Every cycle had a moon.” The moon began cracking. “But this one…” A golden eye opened inside it. “…has a Blood Moon.” Lucian stared upward. Then the golden light inside Amara suddenly pulsed violently.

I mean it was really red like someone had set the atmosphere on fire. Everyone. Stared their eyes fixed on the sky. "What is that?" Marcus asked, his voice full of surprise. Nelly appeared beside us her face serious. "That is the Bloodmoon Rising, a ritual that only happens when a lot of Moonborn blood has been spilled in one night." I asked her "What does it do?" even though I was not sure I wanted to know the answer.

“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’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

The moon hung heavy and crimson in the night sky, casting a blood-red glow over the sprawling grounds of the Blood Moon Packhouse. Wolves moved like shadows across the snow, laughter and music spilling from the great hall where the celebration roared. The rare Blood Full Moon was a night of power—a night when bonds were strengthened, instincts sharpened, and dominance reaffirmed.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.