Dark Moon: The Blood Of Vargr Novels & Stories

Lunara’s body flickered, dissolving into threads of silver. The Heart melted into a spiral of radiant pulses. Even Nareth’s flame became transparent, burning without consuming. For one infinite moment, all three were one with the Blood Moon. They felt its loneliness. Its hunger. It's an endless desire to be whole again. And through them, the Blood Moon felt love—for the first time. --- The Dawn Beyond Dawn When the light faded, they stood once more in the void. The Blood Moon no longer glowed crimson. It shimmered instead with soft gold—its rage calmed, its pulse gentle.

The massive, brilliant blood moon—glowing a deep, ominous crimson—appeared in the night sky, casting a dark red light down through the open ice ceiling of the cavern. Gabriel raised his arms toward the crimson moon, his voice booming through the icy cavern like dark thunder. "Ancestors of the Darkmoon! Hear my call! Accept this blood offering and open the gates of power!" Healer Vance raised the golden chalice, preparing to pour the dark blood onto the stone altar. "NOW!" I shouted. A pillar of brilliant purple starlight erupted from my hands, shooting across the cavern like a blinding laser beam! The magic beam slammed straight into Healer Vance's hands, shattering the golden chalice into a

A chill went down his back as he pranced in the room, searching for the books that Yan had spoken of. In a corner, a few ancient books lay in a rusty iron shelf, likely having degenerated after millenniums of being untouched. Tremblingly, he seized one book labelled 'Survival Magic', scanning through its contents and not obtaining what he required, he placed it back frantically and took another off the shelf. The book that entailed the ritual was the fifth book he had picked up, 'Dark Fear'. From the prefaces, Dongyue derived that the books were written and compiled by Ao Yun herself, as she was pursuing a solution to her husband's demonism.

Lighting struck a tree not far from us and Zephyra roared “I am the Alpha of Blood Moon!” From there the blood shed and lives lost all seemed like a blurr.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

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.”

“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.”

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded.

The forest shattered. One moment the night was still, heavy with waiting. The next, it was teeth and shadow bursting from the dark. The beast moved faster than I could follow, a blur of twisted muscle and hunger, its growl ripping through the air like thunder. Fire exploded through the bond as Mateo lunged, golden light flashing at the edge of the clearing. Jason’s grip ripped away from mine as he surged forward, calm vanishing beneath raw instinct. Dimitri’s blade caught the firelight, a streak of silver as he stepped between me and the shadows.