Novel & Cerita Heir Of Blood And Moonlight

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE The Heir Of The Blood Moon Pack Bree looked up at Leanda with a smile which changed into a wicked smirk almost immediately, “this woman right here is carrying the child of my brother, Lyall, the prince of the Blood Moon Pack.” She announced with a big smile on her face. “What!” Alarick and Leanda exclaimed.

There was something about Gina, like she could see through me, like she already knew everything I was about to say. I told her about Elliot, about the bond, about how much it hurt. She listened quietly, her eyes calm, but I could tell she wasn’t really interested in him. Her gaze never wavered from mine, and then she said softly, “You already know your root, don’t you?” My throat tightened. Slowly, I nodded. “I think… I might be the Bloodmoon heir. I have a birthmark that could prove it.” Before I could explain further, Gina suddenly reached behind me and pulled down the back of my blouse. Her eyes lit up instantly, and her lips curved into a knowing smile.

I control myself refusing to breathe in her direction, sitting back ever so slightly so I can take a breath a little farther away I measure it. "Would we be able to have children?" She asks me wistfully. "I'm not sure if we could have pups, Lilith, it's one of the reasons I won't tie you to me. I couldn't make you live a life pupless. I couldn't ask that of you." "So my other mate is he gifted. What's his name?" "Khai Moon, he’s the heir to the Blood Moon pack” she gasps looking at me with wide shocked eyes as she lets that sink in.

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

And the unbearable passion as his wolf instinct sought healing through union. “So…” Rakar’s voice was choked. “This is my fault? And the water’s fault?” “A deadly combination,” Eldric concluded. “Alpha seed meeting a womb purified by lunar energy. The result is Ardan. The Heir of the Moon Blood.” Revira covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were teary. “So all this… because I drank some random water?” she whispered, tears falling onto her cheeks. “My son is sick, hunted, suffering… because I was thirsty that night?”

And the girl who falls in love with the one man wild and possessive enough to fight the future beside her…instead of chaining her to it. HEIR OF BLOOD AND MOON is a steamy, enemies‑to‑lovers, next‑generation wolf/witch romance set in the world of The Blood Moon Cycle, featuring dangerous flirting, protective obsession, sharp‑tongued banter, and parents whose love story is legendary—and mortifying. --- ### Chapter 1 – Morning, Heir of Peace Rin woke to the sound of bodies hitting dirt. Not birdsong, not the hush of the forest—just the steady thud of fists and feet on packed earth, the grunt and crash of wolves trying to beat each other into being better. Blackmoon morning music.

Don't recognize her. The transformation isn't complete. Stuck halfway between forms. Between natures. Between human and something else. The Blood Moon rises higher. Its red light bathes the mountains. And in that crimson glow, Lucian's incomplete shift becomes visible to all. Araya watches in horror and awe as her son becomes the thing prophecy promised. The Heir of Two Moons. The cave trembles. The Blood Moon rises three nights early.

No careful management of how much he let me see of what he made of all of this. Just Riven, sitting across a table, holding eye contact because he’d decided I deserved someone who didn’t look away. “She said the bloodline will accept you,” I said. “That’s what the letter says.” “Do you know what that means?” “I have a theory,” he said. “I don’t have certainty yet.” I nodded. Filed that beside the other thing he wasn’t certain about yet. The growing collection of things we were both carrying carefully toward the full moon like they were fragile and the ground was uneven.

I pressed my other hand over it, desperate to stop the light, but it only flared brighter, hot beneath my skin, until it felt like it was burning straight through bone. My breath caught. The visions, the whispers, Damien’s venom, the council’s stares—they all crashed together inside me. There was no denying it anymore. The Moon had chosen. And I was its heir.