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The movement exposes more of his chest, the ridges of muscle painted with the sun’s golden hue, and I quickly avert my eyes, flustered and unsure. He doesn’t look at me as he speaks again, his voice quieter now, as though he’s confessing a burden too heavy to carry alone. "You’ve probably heard the stories... the rumors. The cursed second prince. They call it the Blood Moon Curse. Every full moon, I lose myself. The shift takes over completely... no reason, no control. Just pain, bloodlust... madness. Even when the moon wanes, the shadows remain... haunting dreams, physical agony, moments I don’t remember. Last night could’ve been... a disaster."

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

Ahhh, Kairos, I greeted with a forced smile, hiding the storm behind my teeth. My friend, did you bring me good news of great joy? Kairos raised his eyes to meet mine, his voice cool and composed. I never come empty-handed, James. You know that. I settled into the chair opposite him and poured myself a drink, still smiling like we were comrades in destiny. Well? I’m listening. He didn’t waste time, the Blood Moon is near, only a few days from now, he said without looking up.. I froze. He continued, and in case you haven’t noticed,

Damien's piercing amber eyes locked on her, a menacing snarl twisting his lupine features as if he could sense her reticence. A shudder ran through Kiera's slender frame. She averted her gaze, wishing she could somehow escape this inescapable fate. The priestess's chanting rose to a feverish climax as the assembled pack members howled in ceremonial union. With a sudden slice, the blade opened a deep gash across Damien's calloused palm. His thick crimson life essence poured into the ceremonial goblet, hissing as it mingled with the sacred herbs and oils. "Kiera of the Rivermist Pack," the priestess's reedy voice carried through the torchlit cave. "Extend your hand and partake of the Blood Bon

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.

"They mentioned something about hunters in Hecate?" "Ah… with the Festival coming up, that makes sense. I have the Black Moon campus being swept, but Hecate is a little trickier to sweep as they have a lot of magical technology." "I hope everything will be alright… though David seemed like they had it all under control." "They most likely do," I said. "Blood Moon… has a distinct advantage over Black Moon, and by extension Blue Moon." "Like what?" "Money? Power? Connections?" I smiled, swirling my wine. "Black Moon comes in second place in terms of development."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

Yeah, it's hopeless. Why didn't she think of her name earlier? How stupid. "Luna Roja..." She looked at King Joseah. He was staring out of the window. Her eyes widened when she saw a red ray coming from the moon. Blood Moon.