Novel & Cerita Heir Of Blood And Moonlight

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 woman whispered, “Because they know what she will become.” A howl echoed through the forest. The woman flinched. “They found us.” I stepped toward her. “Wait!” She backed away. “Don't let them take her.” “Who is she?” The woman looked down at the baby. Then back at me. “She's the last of the Moonblood.” My blood ran cold. “Moonblood?” The woman nodded. “Your blood.” I looked down at my wrist. The silver crescent was glowing. The woman's eyes widened.

I can’t risk her finding out what I am and getting all judgemental that I drink fresh blood. Given how cold she’s been, I guess she knows who or at least what I am. But maybe that’s my issue. I’m trying to hide what I am from her. She’s the Bloodmoon Princess; the statute of secrecy doesn’t apply to her. The order can’t get pissy that I’m upfront with her since she’s been raised in the supernatural world. So, that’s my plan. If, of course, I can get her to give me the time of day.

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.

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 drawled, twisting my braid into a tight bun. “I, we,” he stammered, his eyes blazed as he stepped towards me. “Who are you,” he demanded. “You know you I am.” I stood tall, my voice rang clear and rippled with power “I am the heir of The Blood Moon pack, one of the oldest packs broken from The Moon Goddesses original pack.” “I am the daughter of Alpha Christian and Luna Lilian.” I stepped toward him. My rage lapped up, and I let it roam free.