Novelas y relatos de Blue Moon

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

she asked. “Oh, because tomorrow is the start of the Full Moon! The Blue Moon will turn into a Green Moon. So the festival is called Green Moon Festival! And the next day is the Orange Moon Festival. It’s the Red Moon that turns into an Orange Moon. It only happens once a year so we celebrate it.” Willow also explained, while showing Giga a hologram of a moon. Giga’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Ah, it will be so much fun!” Damona said.

Not long after the boat vanished over the horizon, dark clouds rolled in, and massive waves surged like a raging beast, swallowing the shore. I was swept into the dark current, seawater flooding my lungs. As my consciousness faded, I felt a strange sense of relief. Meanwhile, at the grand cathedral in Laningarde, wedding bells rang out. Barrett, dressed in a white suit, was about to slip the diamond ring onto Astrid's finger when a disheveled guard burst in, his panicked scream cutting through the music. "Boss, bad news! A tsunami just hit the island. Miss Brooks didn't make it!"

I asked him. He nodded his head. “Of course there is a lot to do. But our first step has to be performed under the blue moon,” he said. “Blue moon?” I repeated, widening my eyes a bit. Something about it was ringing a warning bell in my head. “Have you heard about it?” he asked me. I furrowed my brows, pretending like I had not heard anything about it before. “It is a special day that occurs only once every twenty years. Lucky for you, it is fast approaching,” He explained to me with a smile.

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Arjun: "Yeah. When I was 14, inside the machine. She was just a small seed then. Kael told me 'Your blood will make the moon, her blood will make the second moon.' I didn't understand at that time." Riya stood up from her tablet: "So Kael made two children. Arjun for the Black Moon. And an unborn girl for the Red Moon." David, from the corner: "Then why is there a Blue Moon? Where did the Blue Moon come from?" Luna, the quiet girl, didn't touch the Red Stone. She touched her own chest. Her heart glowed blue, faint but clear. Luna: "The Blue Moon is not from Kael. The Blue

Third POV The night of the Blue Moon came faster than anyone expected. Just in a flash, days had passed and it was a month. The whole RavenHills Pack estate was glowing with lights. The air smelled of flowers, roasted meat, and burning torches. The sound of drums and laughter filled every corner of the field. Wolves, both young and old, had gathered to celebrate, their eyes shining with excitement. It was the night when fate was said to speak. The Blue Moon Festival was the biggest event of the year. It happened only once every few years when the moon turned bright blue in the sky.

‘She looks so peaceful. He thought, long red/gold lashes brushed her flushed cheeks, one hand cupped her cheek the other rested by her waist, her stunning hair cascaded across the pillows and desire swept though his veins. Moving silently, he stripped out of his clothes leaving only his black boxer briefs he knew he should leave her alone to process her father’s betrayal. Sliding into bed alongside her, he knew he should leave her alone, period, but he couldn’t; something was compelling him to claim her for himself. She would be eighteen in a few short days, and then her father would not be able to touch her; that was why he was so desperate to get her back before then. If he could hand her

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

“Something’s happening inside!” Aria and Selene exchanged a glance before sprinting toward the hall. The massive wooden structure stood at the heart of the village, its roof illuminated by the fiery glow of the Blood Moon. As they approached, the heavy double doors groaned, swinging open with an unnatural force. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of blood. Aria’s heart raced as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, landing on a scene of chaos. The village elder, a man known for his strength even in old age, lay slumped in his chair, his throat torn open. Blood pooled around his feet, reflecting the crimson light from above.