Romans & histoires Heir Of Blood And Moonlight

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.

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.

“You’re cursed.” Those are the only words Roselyn has ever known. Born without a wolf, she has spent nineteen years as Oakridge’s most hated outcast. Everything changes when Lycan Crown Prince Noah arrives… and the legendary Great Wolf inside him trembles at the sight of her. “I’ve been looking for you,” he whispers. Before Roselyn can understand why, masked hunters set her home ablaze. Forced to flee with an ancient crescent pendant, she uncovers a truth buried for nineteen years. She isn’t cursed. She is the last surviving heir of the fallen Moon Kingdom—a kingdom erased from history—and her awakening could either restore the ancient covenant… or plunge both kingdoms into war. Hunted by en

“Smell me.” He inhaled—and staggered back. The air was unlike anything before. Not Alpha. Not Omega. Something else entirely. Fire and moonlight. Roses and iron. A frequency never seen in any bloodline. “I’m not a hybrid,” I said softly. “I’m a rebirth.” Lucien stood at the edge of the window. He murmured, “She’s the heir of the New Moon.” Outside, in the sacred forest, the flower of the Silver Moon—dead for a hundred years—began to bloom.

Like a spark waiting for air. The beast’s silver gaze locked on me. Recognition flickered there, terrible and undeniable. It knew. And in that moment, so did I. The moon, the bond, the blood in my veins—it wasn’t coincidence. Whatever tied me to Jason, Dimitri, Mateo… it was the same force that drew this creature here. I wasn’t just caught in the middle. I was the center.

"Your parents. Siblings. Anyone who might have demonstrated unusual abilities." "Lucian has asked this before.” I'm sure he has. Cleaver child. “ I have no family Your Majesty. I was raised in servant quarters at Moonhowl Pack from infancy. No one claimed me." The girl met my eyes with more courage than most possessed. "I know nothing about my origins beyond being unwanted." "Unwanted." I smiled at the irony. "Or carefully hidden. Fae bloodlines were hunted to extinction. Any parent carrying such heritage would have concealed their child among orphans to keep them alive."

he looked me up and down with disrespectful eyes. ‘This motherfucker,’ Grace grinned. ‘Ever since that incident, he likes to pretend he doesn’t know you. He’s just a creep.’ “Yes, Logan, this is Selene. Selene, this is Logan. He is the Alpha heir to the Blood Moon pack.” What!? There were two Logans I remembered from the book. One was a party animal and the other was the final villain, the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. How did Lily get close to the wrong Logan!?

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 knock the blade from his hand, sending it clattering down the stairs and I pin him against the banister, pressing the edge of my dagger to his throat. “You think you carry Nightwalker blood because of your cursed father?” I hiss back into his mind. “You are nothing, Drake. I carry the blood of the Nightwalker and the Moon Goddess.” His eyes widen. “That makes me the true heir. Lord of all. You were never more than a failed experiment.” His anger shows and his cheeks darken with blood. He is not a true animal of the jungle or he would recognize the king of kings when he saw it.

Her father was impossible, alive, smiled, his fur rippling like liquid shadow, his claws glinting with dark energy. “You’ve grown, Aria,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But you’re still mine.” Kael staggered to his feet, his black wolf form bristling, his voice a growl. “She’s not yours.” The man laughed, raising a claw. The crack widened, crimson wolves pouring out, their fur like molten blood, eyes glowing with hunger. “I am Drenvar, Bloodmoon heir,” he said. “And the Abyss is my birthright.”