Novelas y relatos de Dark Moon: The Blood Altar

I crept like a shadow and slid my ear to the seam. The altar was a stone slab rimed with runes that pulsed like a sleeping heart. A vampire knelt before it, lips moving in rhythm, while rogues struck their marks with dull blades, and bound animals whined. The altar drank sound and light and scraped it into a boiling pool of magic that shimmered a faint sickly green. “You will bleed a blessing and a curse into this,” the vampire intoned, his voice like velvet over iron. “The Eclipse — he will hold the Moonfire. The line will be his.”

Walked the corridors. But my mind was elsewhere. Tonight, I'd get answers. Tonight, I'd finally understand. The sun went down. I was in the garden, waiting. Tibet came at dusk. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Once I tell you, there's no going back." "I'm sure." He took a deep breath. "Bloodmoon," he said. "It's not just a name. It's a legacy. A curse. A promise." "What does that mean?"

AS THE blood moon rose above the skies of Darantha, painting the world below it in crimson light, the surge of demonic energy was also at its peak. Far from the vibrant Imperial City of Amros, under the ancient ruins in the underground cave in the southern part of Zolheim, it trembled with the echo of forbidden dark magic.

When that happens, no power in any of the worlds will be able to stop me from giving myself completely to Aldrich. "So Skycharts," I repeat, looking at him with a smile. "The Blood Ritual needs to be performed when both the moons are at their brightest. The brightness of the moons is necessary to draw the dark out, as ironic as it sounds. As you know, our moons don't have the typical waxing and waning cycles like some of the other worlds. It's only by using a combination of Stargazing and tapping into my limited Clairvoyance abilities will I be able to predict the right time for the ritual." Aldrich scratches his chin thoughtfully. And I'm tempted to feel his gloriously rough chin under my f

“How can you be this calm, after killing his sister, or whatever she was?” I gave a small shrug. “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Xareth will do what he wants anyway. He always does.” But in truth, I was counting the hours. Last night, during the height of the Blood Moon, we had passed the eastern mountain ridge. We were close to the pack border. I’d felt it in my bones. Zevarion would come with an army. By late afternoon, the twisted altar was complete. Two of them, standing like twin tombs at the foot of the cursed castle. One for me. One for someone else.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”