Drakor Blue Moon Novels & Stories

"You were both sent back. Different times, different ways, but both reborn. Do you think that is coincidence? The Moon Goddess marked you both for a reason!" A beast's claw pierced through Drake's chest from behind. Time seemed to stop as I watched ice-blue light leak from the wound like liquid starlight. "No!" My scream was primal, inhuman. Drake looked down at the claw protruding from his chest, then back at us. "Remember... death is not the end. Not for us. Find the Moonstone territory. The truth is waiting there. Everything you need to—" The beast ripped its claw free, and Drake collapsed. His ice-blue eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling, his chest no longer moving.

She went on how the greatest gifts of the Blue Moon were to hide their eye color and could be deemed useful. Make the soldiers lose their will to fight, bow before them. Them bring their heads to Cleo. That alone could aid her fast recovery. With the border safe, they can only await the response of the dark dynasty king, and whatever it might be, the Red Mountains warriors would have been with them by then. Jackson was sure she was mad. She called that a plan or a show of power. But he dared not speak against it. She was Luna. The men supported the suggestion immediately. Chanting and clanging their weapons.

That was how I’m able to attain my slight advantage of comprehension. When I was done with the file I pushed it aside and lay more flatly on the bed, sorrow gathered beneath my heavy heart and I kept wondering if I’d read it all right. The Blue Moon’s presence is a sacred circumstance, created solely for the creations of the moon to wield its power and influence so they may remain superior. It has to do with the Lycans surely. I don’t get the whole history, but my parents nicked on it here and there for me to understand there was a huge past between both creatures.

She turns to me and frowns, "Xander didn't tell you?" "Tell me what?" My ears are wide open, ready to listen. "It's tradition to always celebrate the Luna Ceremony when at a Lunar Eclipse. A Blo-" "Blood Moon." She nods, "Yes. So I was trying to find more bold and dark dresses because honey there ain't gonna be no moonlight at this celebration." "Is there anything else he wasn't supposed to tell me that he should have?"

Alpha Damon’s POV: On a rusty evening in my park “Blue Moon Park” , feets thumping on rocks beside the river, the maid servants are washing fabrics of my family. The wave sound from the river is so calm and refreshing. Inside my household, you hear basins, plates, silver cups clattering as they are been washed for dinner. Everybody was about their duties. Meanwhile, almost half the blue moon pack were dragging me by the neck on concerns about drought they are currently suffering from. Some even engage in fight over water...

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb