Bloody Monday Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were close now—too close. “We’ve been ordered to capture the Blood-Moon Girl,” one of the mercenaries called out, his voice carrying easily through the thick air. “Come out now, and we’ll make it quick. Resist, and we’ll kill you where you stand.” Sera’s breath caught in her throat. They had been found. There was no escaping this now. Caelum stood up slowly, his wings unfurling with a fluid motion, casting a silver glow across the clearing. He stepped into the open, his gaze locked onto the mercenaries with cold, unwavering focus.

I gasped, clawing at the guards’ arms, but they held me steady. Then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I looked down. Blood poured from the injection site, thick and fast, running down my skin in crimson rivers. It spattered on the marble, bright against the black stone. My knees buckled. The guards tightened their grip, but my body sagged, weak and trembling. My vision tunneled. Somewhere far above me, Damien’s voice spoke, steady and merciless. “It is sealed.” The world tilted. My last sight before darkness claimed me was crimson drops spreading across the marble like blooming roses.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

My headache has faded into the background as an uncontrollable wrath overtakes me. I march outside the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs. They all look at me, and I’m not ashamed of my nakedness. They’ve all seen me during the full moon shifts. I throw the bloodied sheet from the top of the last flight of stairs. It settles neatly at their feet as I snarl. "Here’s your proof! I hope you're pleased. I, for one, am appalled. Things like this used to happen in medieval times, not now."

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

Flashes of silver lights, blinding to my eyes, that's all I see around me at first, then comes the screams from voices…but it's not in the clearing… “I'm not in the clearing,” I whisper to myself, looking down at my skin that now has a translucent hue. “What's happening to me…am I dead?”panic and fear flood my senses but before I have enough time to explore and understand the situation, the smell of blood hits me. I turn to see a lot of women, standing under the blood moon, the same moon that witnessed my birth.