Heir Of Blood And Moonlight Novels & Stories

Without saying a word she opens the door allowing a boy to walk in and my breath nearly catches in my throat when his blue eyes land on me. Jaxson Ravenwood. Classmate, shifter, and future Alpha of the North American pack. His white blonde hair falls messily over his icy blue eyes. He's more muscular than your average shifter and even I can't help but admire him. I feel something, I can't quite tell what it is, stir inside me and I instantly get one of my famous migraines as he flashes Ms. Foster a killer smile.

The moon hung overhead, full and bright, and I stared up at it with bitter resentment. The Moon Goddess. She had done this. She had bound me to this woman, had tied me to four of my own sons, had cursed me with a mate I couldn't want and couldn't escape. But I would not yield. I would not surrender. I was Luciano Bloodmoon, the most powerful lycan to have ever lived. I had survived for centuries without a mate, and I would survive for centuries more. No woman would bring me to my knees. Not even her.

Her voice broke the silence: “Your heir fails. I am the Blood Moon’s true heir.” John gasped, Sarah’s sword dropped from her hand. The earth cracked around them and the Forgotten rose from beneath Black Hollow.

And suddenly, I saw a red moon hanging in another sky, a black forest stretching as far as I could see, and thousands of eyes staring at me from the shadows. One voice rose above the rest—speaking in a language I didn’t understand, yet somehow my soul reacted to it. “Heir of the Blood Moon, the gate has opened.” I gasped, my body arching in pain. The light from my wound burst into a blinding flash of silver. Kaelan grabbed me, pulling me tightly into his arms to keep me from falling. “Rhea! Look at me!” But I couldn’t see him. All I saw was the red moon growing larger, swallowing the sky—

The wolves howled together, backing away as if afraid, even the rival hunters faltered outside and their voices weak. The Blood Moon’s light poured through the broken roof, shining down on her like a spotlight. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t choose. But the choice was choosing her. The journal opened wide, pages whipping like wings. Words wrote themselves in glowing light in a language she should not have known, but the meaning sank deep into her blood. The heir must bleed to bind the oath. Her knees gave out. Ash caught her. Kael called her name. Then the wolves jumped again, breaking the brief peace.

“Kelvin isn’t just a Lycan prince if you must know” He leaned in with both arms crossed across his chest, his breath ghosting over my ear. “He’s the heir to the Blood Moon Rogues.” The words slammed into me like a physical blow and my cheeks reddish. “No,” I whispered. “That’s impossible, he wasn't.” I tried hard to convince myself he was lying. The Blood Moon Rogues were a legend—a nightmare. A pack of exiled Lycans who had slaughtered entire packs. Ruthless. Unforgiving.

Their closeness, the softness in his eyes — she had never seen him look at her that way. Her hands clenched so tight her nails drew blood. “You promised me forever,” she whispered into the dark. “But you’re giving it to her.” The wind carried faint whispers — the same voices she’d heard in the coven clearing. Three nights… the Blood Moon will bind what you desire. Her breath came faster. She could already taste it — his surrender, his soul tethered to hers. But she needed one thing more: Aria’s blood.

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

I watched as Alpha Raymond’s face flickered from rage to confusion and finally settled on a sort of twisted amusement. “You can’t. You have no pack,” he sneered. Some of the crowd gasped at his public display of wickedness. “I can as an heir.” I held my ground, my voice unwavering. Alpha Raymond took a step towards me, towering over me or attempting to. “You are the heir of nothing.” “I am the heir to The Blood Moon Pack.” I fixed my eyes on Miles, actually looking at him for the first time since I thought he died alongside my parents. There was nothing in his eyes I remembered, no warmth, no familiarity. Nevertheless, he looked away first.

Everyone turned to stare at the heir who stood alone. He had no mate. Their gaze turns to the Moon Goddess, seeking for an answer. "On the night of the full moon, you shall get your mate. And then you just find her. Your mate. She would have a crescent moon shaped birthmark" The Moon Goddess said. " Freya, you have to help him find her because only you can help him do so" she continued. " We need to find her. She is our lost bloodline, we need to find her before our enemies do" she completed.