Dark Moon The Blood Altar Novels & Stories

It was my mother’s and her mother’s before that and so on until the beginning of my blood line. Amidst the offerings that tie me to the alter and my connection to the elements are an array of sacred tools and dried herbs. I kneel at the front of the alter and give my blood as an offering, making a small cut on my hand and drip my blood in a line across the centre of everything. The candles instantly come to life and flicker in the wind but do not get blown out from the wind. They are born of magic. I take the Heartstone of Luna and the Tears of Dawn from inside my pocket and place them on to the sacred stage. All my research has led me here where the moon light will be directly above at midn

“I just need to survive.” Her mother pulled her into a hug, trembling. “You’re stronger than you think. Don’t let them break you, my child.” The door creaked open. Beta Hale, her father, stood at the threshold, his face grim. “They’re waiting,” he said quietly. “It’s time.” Ariana took one last breath, steadying herself. The scent of lavender and rain filled her lungs — the last familiar thing she would have before her world changed forever. The BloodMoon Hall was vast and ancient, its walls carved with runes older than the pack itself. Torches burned blue fire along the stone pillars, casting strange shadows on the floor. At the far end, beneath the grand crest of the Moon Goddess, stood Al

he whispered. Then he heard it. A scream. He stood, already running before the sound ended. --- The Cult’s Offering Near a clearing, torches burned bright. A girl knelt on an altar made of cracked stone, chains around her wrists. Hooded figures chanted in an ancient language, surrounding her with symbols drawn in blood. They raised a dagger—a twisted blade that pulsed like it was alive. Alaric didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. He moved like smoke, like death.

She wrote everything down in a small journal she kept hidden in the nursery. Draven noticed her exhaustion and asked once if she was unwell. She smiled and said it was only the baby’s cries keeping her awake. He accepted it and went back to his work, though his eyes lingered on her longer than usual. At night, Aldric added a new step. He handed her a second stone, darker and heavier. “This represents the shadow in his blood,” he said. “You must touch it without letting it consume your focus. When the Blood Moon comes, this darkness will be stronger than any emotion you’ve felt.”

Instead, I would get to feel it for the first time. I looked at it in my palm, the words for the activation spell ringing in my head. Then I inhaled deeply and held the amulet to my chest as I said the words out loud: "Like the force of a flood, wield your power through my blood." And just like that, what felt like electricity coursed throughout my veins, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as my body vibrated uncontrollably. I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

And even if they did manage to teleport, where would teleportation bring them? “Xiyu, do you want to do this?” Dongyue asked as the platform now glittered a deep purple. A round and mystical hole existed on the platform. Hoko identified that this was where the blood should be poured down in the way of a sacrifice. “It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.”

The grinding sound grew louder, and when they rounded a bend, she froze. A circle of hooded figures stood in a clearing, their robes black as pitch, their hands raised around a glowing rune carved into the earth. At the center, a wolf—one of Lira’s scouts—lay on the ground, his body contorting as dark magic was sucked from him, leaving his fur gray and lifeless. “Blood magic,” Elara hissed. “They’re feeding on the pack.” He lunged before she could stop him, his shadow magic tearing through two hooded figures, who dissolved into smoke. The others scattered, but one turned, raising a hand that glowed with purple light.

The ground was covered in soft moss, and in the center stood a smooth stone altar, weathered by time. Karl gestured for her to sit on the stone. “Close your eyes and focus on the moonlight,” he instructed. Lucy obeyed, though doubt clawed at her. The night was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. “Breathe deeply,” Karl said, his voice steady. “Let the energy of the Blood Moon guide you.” At first, nothing happened. Lucy’s mind wandered, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of frustration and fear. But then, a strange warmth spread through her chest. It wasn’t pleasant—it burned, searing through her veins like liquid fire.

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