Novel & Cerita Dark Moon: The Blood Altar Anime

She knew the agony Duncan must be in, but she refused to let this monster see her cry. Malphas turned to the shamans, gesturing toward the ancient carvings etched into the obsidian floor around the altar. "Begin the alignment. The blood moon is fading, and the essence must be pure." The three shamans stepped forward, raising their gnarled wooden staffs. They began to chant in a low, disjointed language that made Amora’s ears ring. The purple vines around her wrists began to pulse violently, turning into a bright, toxic violet color.

My blood turned into molten lava, and I cursed every weakened part of me that I couldn't make act on the rage storming inside me. “So, let me tell you what is going to happen.” He locked his eyes on mine. “The night of the Blood Moon is in four days. Until that day, the Moon Tears around you will finally shine strongly enough, and we'll have everything we need for the ritual.” My stomach churned. “What ritual?” A wicked smirk curled up one side of his lips. “You will help me summon the Dark Demon.” Pure dread exploded within me. “You… You're insane,” I breathed.

“My name is Alora Darian. First and only child of the Alpha of the Crimson Order Pack, I am The Moon’s curse and the Alpha’s fate. On the eleventh night of the seventh moon, in the eighteenth year, beneath the blood moon, the dormant blood shall awaken. The true Luna shall take her first form, and the howl of her becoming shall echo through the veil. She dreams now, unaware…but the moon remembers.” Alora’s POV

The shadows gathered above the altar, intertwining until they coalesced into the form of a figure—tall, cloaked, with eyes glowing that same haunting violet she’d seen in her vision. Aria’s heart raced. Lucian shifted her slightly behind him. “Who are you?” The shadowy figure inclined its head. “The one who recalls what you have forgotten.” Aria’s breath caught in her throat. “What do you mean?” The temple quaked. The presence leaned in, its voice resonating like shattered glass. “The Blood Moon rises for a purpose… And your fate, Moon-born, is not as you think.” Aria felt her heartbeat echo in her ears.

Before he could react, her hand wrapped around his and a playful smile played on her face. “Thank you.” She said to him as she glanced at him with a smile on her face before staring ahead. “My pleasure,” Carl responded and his eyes darkened dangerously. … It was dark and the only sound that could be heard was that of the crickets and the rustling leaves that moved thanks to the wind. The atmosphere was quiet and it felt like the world had gone into eternal slumber as not even the sound of a human or animal could be heard. One would wonder if the grim reaper was passing by with his scythe, looking for a soul to harvest. The moon shone brightly, casting its bright light upon the deep darkness.

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

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.

remained calm. "That doesn't answer my question, Alpha," She said with a smile on her face. Daven laughed. He walked towards the throne and sat on it. He stared at her—a menacing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "My people told me," he replied. "Your people?" She questioned. He chuckled. "Yes, Luna. Spies that I have planted in the Bloodmoon pack for years to know what happens. To know when my brother found his mate, and when they mated under the Moon's full view." Seraphine swallowed hard. Daven had confirmed her fear. There was indeed a traitor in the Bloodmoon pack. Daven was about to say something else when someone squealed at a high pitch. Everyone turned to the door in shock.

Trinity was referred to as a high-ranking guard or something. My head lifted up when I heard the word luna. I’d heard that word before. It was a character in one of my favorite anime shows, but I was pretty sure they weren’t talking to Luna the cat, mentor of Sailor Moon. I was so deep in my phone trying to g****e all the terminology I hadn’t even heard what they were talking about. Everyone was looking at me and I frowned. One of the other elders spoke. “A non-wolf luna is very rare, if not completely unheard of. I will have to do more research on that subject, but I am unsure how that will be taken, Alpha Adrian.”

With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it. The once cryptic message had become alarmingly clear, revealing a truth that sent shivers down my spine. Alpha King Hazel, the ruler of Blood Moon, had descended into madness, his actions veering into the realm of the unthinkable. He had begun turning people into corrupted beings, wielding a power that defied comprehension. Even worse, my beloved was not exempt from his actions, having been the very first to suffer under it.