Romans & histoires Dark Moon: The Blood Altar

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

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.

Even as I step forward, and the moss gives way beneath my boots. At our feet, the altar emerges from the earth like the spine of something ancient. The stone is cracked and rough, carved in unfamiliar runes. Some of the runes are glowing now with a faint greenish pulse. Blood magic. Old magic. The kind that doesn’t just take. It demands. We circle the altar slowly. My fingers brush the damp stone, tracing the etched script that coils around the base like a warning—or a prayer. The first lines are clear: “When darkness rises, only the light may drive it back.

The mountain trembled with ancient rage and dark magic — the same one that once imprisoned Malrik, and the same one that would end him tonight. Zane stood tall, shoulders squared, his black Lycan form barely restrained beneath his skin. Beside him, Autumn stood cloaked in midnight blue, her eyes glowing softly with Selaria’s essence. The Priestess, cloaked in ivory and silver, held an ancient staff, her face grim and unreadable. “This is the last night,” the Priestess murmured, her voice carrying through the icy wind. “The Blood Moon awakens the soul’s tether. If we do not finish the ritual now… Malrik’s soul will break free completely. We may never be able to touch him again.”

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.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

My familiars stand in front of me, sitting tall and swishing their tails, letting everyone in the room know they will shift into shadow form and fuck shit up if they have to. “What’s going on out there?” Melinda asks, gritting her teeth and pushing up against the stairs. “You said it was…was something.” “It is something.” I go to the window, wiping away dust, and look out. The Ley line is pulsing again, and I hope each burst of energy doesn’t further fuel the demons. “What are you doing here? Coming into Thorne Hill is suicide.” I whirl around, cocking an eyebrow. “The Grand Coven was just here. Consider yourself lucky I’m the one who ran into you.”

The moonlight hit the altar, and the purple symbols began to shine with a blinding light. Lihont looked down at Naelis with a victorious smirk, pressing the sharp dagger deeper into Darcy's skin until a tiny drop of red blood appeared, while the two abominations threw Corin at his feet in preparation for the ritual.

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,

The second day bled into the third with relentless speed, as though time itself conspired to drag the mating ceremony closer. Blackthorn Keep thrummed with final preparations. Banners of black and silver snapped in the wind above the battlements. Torches were set along every path leading to the sacred grove where the rite would take place beneath the blood moon. The air carried the sharp scent of pine smoke and roasting meat from the kitchens, mingling with the metallic tang of freshly sharpened blades. Warriors drilled in the courtyard, their breaths fogging in the cold, while elders chanted low prayers to the Moon Goddess in the chapel tower.