Dark Moon: The Blood Of Vargr นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

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.

Dust settled like snow. Above us, Varyn House hummed softly—pleased, or plotting. And Samantha Whitaker—unemployed, unfed, unfiltered—fell asleep in a vampire’s arms, wrapped in velvet, regret, and the faint, impossible rhythm of a heart relearning how to beat.

The violet light hits the crimson beam of the blood moon, creating a terrifying, pulsing vortex of dark magic directly above the altar. ​The moth-fae begin to chant. It is a horrible, high-pitched clicking and hissing that makes my ears physically bleed. The glade-vein begins to aggressively shake. The bedrock of the mountain groans in agony. ​Deep within the earth, something ancient, colossal, and completely starved begins to wake up.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

The air was ice-cold, biting at my cheeks and turning my breath into thick white clouds. I gripped the wooden railing, my eyes scanning the jagged, dark peaks rising high into the night sky. Suddenly, my chest tightened. Deep inside my ribs, my silver wolf let out a sharp, warning whine. High above the central mountain peak—right where the Frost-Peak Vault lay hidden—the dark night sky split open. A massive, unnatural cloud of deep, blood-red light stretched across the clouds like a open wound, casting a sick, crimson glow over the white snow caps. It was dark blood magic. Cynthia’s forces hadn't just reached the mountain—they were already breaking through the outer gates of the ancestral va