Bloody Monday Manga Novels & Stories

“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.

she cautions them. Another earthquake hits and much stronger than the previous one. The three rush outside to see what is going on and their eyes come face to face with a dark storm in front of them and there is a huge drop of blood that is slowly forming out of the moon with the moon returning back to its original state slowly. All of them looking at the giant drop of blood, Mukura asks, “How many people did she have to kill to achieve that amount of blood?” “A lot.” Both Genteel and Garamba answer her.

Looking from afar, he resembled a withered chrysanthemum. The entire the Bloody Moon had lost its usual color. Everything had fallen into silence. At this time, outside the Bloody Moon, after seven days of fighting, when the Bloody Moon lost its last luster, the body of the red-golden light also walked to the final decline. After that lava monster unleashed its palm strike, that figure was immediately sent flying several meters away. Even though he managed to stabilize his body, his body was already swaying back and forth. In fact, he was on the verge of shattering.

"Please be—" ‎A hand grabbed my hair. ‎ ‎"Got one!" a rough voice shouted. ‎ ‎Pain exploded in my scalp as I was yanked backward. I stumbled, falling hard onto the muddy ground. A Bloodmoon soldier stood over me, his face covered by a black tactical mask. He raised his rifle butt, aiming to knock me out. ‎ ‎I didn't think. I didn't freeze. ‎ ‎I will teach you to bite. ‎ ‎I rolled. ‎ ‎The rifle butt smashed into the mud where my head had been a second ago.

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

With his right he drew the bone dagger from her belt. The pack stilled. He pressed the blade to his palm. A single bead of blood welled, dark against his skin. He offered his hand to her. Ashley took it. She turned his palm upward, then drew the blade across her own, a swift shallow line. Their blood mingled as she pressed her palm to his. The bond flared white hot, flooding her with images: snow and fire, running paws, howling at stars, pups tumbling in spring grass, an endless line of wolves stretching back through centuries.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

I spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

(Battle Theme : Eluveitie - Elembivos) Death Curse.. Hearing the words, Ming Yue abruptly lifted her head, staring at the blood puddle on the ceiling as something slowly came out from it. Tightened the grip on Silver Moon in her hand, Ming Yue mused inwardly. 'Looks like there's still more to come.. huh..?'

I hope he makes it in time to disrupt the ritual and save his kind. The blood moon reaches its apex. It bathes the whole room in red. Vampires gasp as a beam of light focuses solely on me. Wolf, please…help me. Do something! A young vampire, similar to one I had killed, forced me into a position. I glare at him. “I can’t wait to see you bleed before you become ash. You have pissed off the wrong alpha.” He chuckles. “Sharp tongue for a bitch on her knees and in chains.”