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.

the scout replied, pointing outdoors. We ran outside. The moon hung too low over the horizon, and shadows twisted around it like black smoke. And the mountain where the Blood Altar stood, far away in the horizon, was shining. Not simply glowing; it was pulsating like a heart. Elara took my arm. "He's making the eclipse happen early." "How?" Serena said in a whisper. Elara murmured, "My blood," in a voice full of fear. "He's using Aaron to get me there... to finish what he started years ago."

Time was a cruel thing, moving too fast when you wanted it to stop and too slow when you needed it to pass. I stayed at that window until the first rays of dawn painted the horizon pink and gold. Somewhere in the castle, a horn blew. To the wolves it sounded majestic but to me it sounded like dread. The Blood Hunt had begun. I gripped Von's wooden bird tighter, feeling it cut into my skin, and watched as the hunting party assembled in the courtyard below. Wolves in human form, weapons gleaming, faces eager with anticipation. And at their center, dressed in black and radiating lethal grace, was Kaelen.

Right in the middle of his gray chest, where his mortal heart should have been, sat a jagged, glowing black magic crystal, pulsing like a dark, diseased star. It was the Heart of the Blood Altar, the true source of his dark immortality. "His heart is exposed!" Kaelen yelled, pointing his sword toward the glowing crystal. "Elara, finish it!" "The final pillar is behind him!" Damon roared, shifting back into his towering human form as he sprinted to my side, his dark broadsword ready. "Strike the crystal, Elara!" I drew back my Sun-Moon blade, channeling every drop of the Twilight Flame into the tip of the steel, preparing to plunge it straight into the black magic crystal in Lucius's chest.

he says quietly. Lyra looks at him for a moment. Then she smiles again. Smaller this time. Almost amused. “I did,” she replies. And with that, she turns her head slightly toward the distant horizon. A subtle gesture. Not of defiance. But of allegiance. To Malrik. The Blood Moon rises fully. And when it does— the world changes. Its light spills across the battlefield, turning everything beneath it into shades of crimson and shadow. It does not illuminate—it exposes. Every wound, every fear, every hesitation becomes visible under its glow.

Director Halric Voss steps into the faint beam of the headlights, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, unnatural crimson light, his mouth pulling back in a twisted, demonic grin. “Did you really think Mirelle was acting alone, Alpha Blackthorne?” Halric’s voice booms through the freezing mountain air, layered with dark, overlapping echoes. “The Moonshadow Infirmary belongs to the Blood Moon Coven now... and your mate’s blood is the key to our ritual.” Before Kaelen can spring forward, two massive, shadowy wolves with glowing red eyes leap out of the tree line, landing directly between us and the road back to the lodge, blocking our only escape.

"I take your heart, not as your subject, but as your sovereign equal. I will stand beside you when the realm bleeds, and I will strike down any who challenge your reign. I give you my loyalty, my untamed strength, and my immortal soul. Together, we rule the shadow and the light." The wind atop the peak died instantly. The silver flames in the braziers froze, motionless in the air. Below the dais, the gathered wolves dropped to their bellies, an overwhelming, suffocating pressure descending from the heavens that forced even Alaric and Orion to bow their heads to the stone. The Blood-Silver Moon above expanded. A column of pure, solid starlight descended directly from the sky, striking the cen

Dominic stood up after everyone took their seats and I stood up next to him, he tapped the side of his glass gently with his fork and everyone gave their immediate attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, respected Luna’s and Alpha’s, Athena and I would like to thank you all for being here on this wonderful occasion; we do have an important announcement to make, My lady” He looked at me and I took centre stage. Soon we will be welcoming a new member to our pack… and on that note, I would like to officially welcome you to the new territory for our newly reformed and named pack Blood Moon.

We make it to the stage and everyone is still being super noisy. Okay quiet down everyone. I would like you all to meet your new Luna. Her name is Savannah but you have to call her Luna. Now let's get started. Jackson says into the microphone An Elder steps forward and clears his throat. Jackson and I take hands as the elder talks about what it means to have a Luna in the pack and how she must be powerful and strong and be well respected. When he's done talking he hands Jackson the blade and Jackson cuts his palm and holds it over the chalice as blood drips into the chalice. Than Jackson passes me the blade and I do the same thing. Jackson and I take hands again as the elder starts to speak

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"