Dark Moon The Blood Altar Novels & Stories

"Okay, Cal. We'll discuss that later. Now we have to get some rest. We still have work to do tonight for the ritual to summon the Moon Goddess." That night, Derek and Callum stood on a wooden platform his men had prepared. There was a large basin filled with water in front of them. Then, when the full moon rose high in the sky, Derek and Callum raised their hands high; they slashed their hands with a knife and dripped their blood into the basin. "Moon Goddess, I am Callum Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. Request you that our enemies may perish instantly." "Moon Goddess, I am Derek Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, asking you to return and give us double our strength so we can easily d

“Your grandmother was one hell of a witch.” Selene swallowed hard as she admitted. “She's not my grandma.” Romano smirked, said nothing and only looked at Selene amused. At the far end of the room, an altar stood. The moonlight hit it perfectly from outside, reflecting off a single crystal suspended above it. The crystal pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Selene walked toward it. “What is this?” Romano’s expression changed. For once, no sarcasm. “That’s blood magic, not something your kind should touch.”

Arielle lifted her chin and spoke the ancient chant: "Mother of the Night, heart of the stars, Heal the wounds and mend the scars. Blood is given, the bond is tied, let the path of the Moon be our guide. Great Moon Goddess, we call to you.” The altar began to tremble. A massive surge of power shook the very foundation of the realm. A pillar of red and silver light shot up from the Nexus, piercing the moon. Then, the world went silent. And in the heart of the altar, light gathered. It folded into itself… condensed… and took form.

"You are unable to" The light and darkness clashed, trembling the whole mountain. My sight dimmed as energy flowed within me. The blood moon appeared to throb like a heartbeat, increasingly rapid. Then a crack appeared. A dazzling burst of white. All became quiet. When I opened my eyes, Dahlia had vanished. The altar lay in ruins. Yet the blood moon remained aloft, darker than before, resembling an exposed wound in the heavens. Seraphine tripped and fell next to me. "What actions did you take?"

Those burning eyes fixed on me with such hatred that even in my non-physical state, I felt myself recoil. "This is not ended, moon-child," it hissed, its voice fading as the tear in reality began to close. "The eclipse comes still. And I am patient... so very patient." The masked figure below made one desperate lunge toward the crystal, drawing a ceremonial dagger from within their robes. "Blood calls to blood!" they screamed, slashing their own palm and pressing the bleeding wound against the crystal's surface. For a terrible moment, the crystal pulsed with renewed energy, the tear widening slightly as the blood sacrifice fed it. But then Diamond and Apollo's combined power surged forward i

the guard shouted, turning around and looking at a girl with a woman who looked rather big She was crying and trying to stand up, but her leg was not helping, and on top of that, the guard screamed at them because of her His heart beat so fast he heard his wolf Mars say snarl "mate" Now I suffer for your pain , but then I will kill everyone who Altum Meaning ' winged wolves' in Latin Inferos _ Zayn Malik's flock _ inferos Meaning ' wolves of hell' in Latin Ardena - the heroine - means ' sanctuary ' in Latin March _ wolf zayn malik _ meaning 'Gods of War'

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."

The misdeeds of the humans would instead become food for the vampires who could not control their bloodlust. Alex turned his attention back to his surroundings. His sharp gaze searched every face present. He knew that in this dark gathering, every word and gesture had a deeper meaning than what met the eye. And if Alex had lost his way, there was no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. Alex's eyes were now fixed on the two central figures that dominated the atmosphere - Lucius Bloodthorn, the leader of the Rival Vampire Clan, and Damian Nightshade, the leader of the Ancient Vampire Clan. Alex knew this familiar atmosphere by heart, where the presence of the two central figures alw

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.