Dark Moon: The Blood Altar Anime Novels & Stories

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

Dominic stood up after everyone took their seats and I stood up next to him, he tapped the side of his glass gently with his fork and everyone gave their immediate attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, respected Luna’s and Alpha’s, Athena and I would like to thank you all for being here on this wonderful occasion; we do have an important announcement to make, My lady” He looked at me and I took centre stage. Soon we will be welcoming a new member to our pack… and on that note, I would like to officially welcome you to the new territory for our newly reformed and named pack Blood Moon.

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

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.

Darkness explained. “The Bloodmoon Alpha is a reincarnation of an ancient wolf spirit?” I blinked. Darkness nodded. “An ally from before we were werewolves. A brother. I doubt his current incarnation would remember what he was or Light and me. But memories or not, destiny will bring him to us.” he explained, his eyes having a far-off look to them.

Lucian breathes. Araya's blood runs cold. She knows this phenomenon. Heard the legends from old Direwolf tales. "The Blood Moon," Araya whispers. "But it's not supposed to rise for three more nights." As they watch, the red spreads faster. Consuming the blue. Turning day into eerie crimson twilight. The full moon appears despite the sun still visible. Massive. Red as fresh blood. Hanging in the sky like a wound. Every wolf in Drevalon feels it. The pull. The command. The ancient call that cannot be denied.

The monster let out a shriek that felt like it was ripping my brain in half. "Use the time, Kaima!" Silas shouted. "Close the gate or we all burn!" I turned to the Altar. I took a sharp stone and sliced my palm. The gold-violet blood began to drip into the crystal vial. The moment the blood touched the glass, the temple began to glow. A pillar of pure white light shot up from the Altar, piercing through the ceiling and hitting the Soul-Eater in the chest. The monster roared, its thousand wings flapping frantically as it was pulled toward the light.

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”

Closer this time. Time was running out. The Blood Altar was older than the Court. Carved from a single black stone, stained red with centuries of blood. It sat in a cavern under the three moons. No roof. Just sky and stars and judgment. Valen stood beside it, bone crown gleaming. Nyra stood on his left. Elena’s shadow lingered on Luna’s right, even though she was 100 miles away in Blackwood. “Ready?” Valen asked Luna. Luna looked at Damian. He nodded once.