Dark Moon The Blood Altar Novels & Stories

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

Blood gushed out of his wound and once again, Andre held the jar under the spray, collecting as much of his blood as possible. Once he had collected enough blood, Andre moved closer to the altar in between the wooden poles where Malachi and Ezra had been tied. “Goddess of the Moon,” Andre called out, holding the jar up to the sky. “Today, on the occasion of the Blood Moon, I present you the blood of true lovers. Accept their lives, their sacrifice as your gift and wake up your beloved from his eternal slumber. Accept this sacrifice and descend from your heavenly throne onto earth.” With that Andre started to lower the jar onto the altar…

She clenched her fists as the sensation intensified, her balance wavering slightly. “They’re not outside,” she whispered. “They’re already here.” The shadows along the edges of the chamber thickened. At first, it looked like a trick of light. Then the darkness began to move—stretching, folding, gathering into shapes that didn’t belong to anything human or wolf. They didn’t step forward. They emerged, like they had always been there, hidden just beneath the surface of the world. Selene’s voice dropped. “What are those?” Amber didn’t answer immediately, because the truth was already forming inside her.

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.

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

"But I need your witch blood for the ritual. Shadow Wolf blood alone isn't enough to break the barrier between worlds." She pulled out a ceremonial knife and began to chant. Outside, no one noticed the silver moon beginning to turn red. The blood moon was rising early. And with it, something far worse than a Shadow Beast was about to be unleashed.