Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

“I can’t wait to start our new life here, with you and our baby… actually, babies raised in this house. Also I have been thinking, I don’t like the pack name Red Ocean, I think we should call our pack Blood Moon” I looked up at her “Why?” I asked and she smiled “Because it was after that moon that we met and fell in love, yeah we have had our ups and downs but there is no denying that you are the man made for me; the moon goddess never made any mistake when She paired us up in the heavens, it just took me a while to realise just how much I love you. That is why our new pack will be known as Blood Moon.” “It’s perfect, just like it’s Luna”

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.

And yet—Lucien dragged me across the room, lowering me onto the black leather couch. My chest heaved, every breath sawing out of me like blades. My vision blurred and sharpened again, pupils expanding and contracting with the violent rhythm of my pulse. “Lucien,” I hissed, every syllable guttural. “Don’t—” “Save your strength,” he cut in, kneeling beside me. His sharp features were drawn tight, his voice low and edged with urgency. His eyes—those steady, dark eyes—were locked on mine, refusing to flinch. “The Blood Moon isn’t supposed to appear for another four months. Not until the end of winter.”

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

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. Not ever.

She forced them flat on the table to still them. “Anchor,” she said. “The Trials taught me to stand in my body. To know my shadow. To hold the Gate. But nothing in the pact accounted for… this. A Blood Moon is not just light. It is… reflection. The sun’s fire through the world’s shadow. It bends Her. And through Her, *me.* I have to ground it. Fast.” “Ground it where?” Rhea demanded, already moving toward the door to look outside. “Into what? Or who?”

Every sound carried the weight of history, of generations damned by blood and bound by power. > “Once the shadow covers the moon,” Bianca said at last, her voice breaking like silk under strain, “there will be no turning back.” Luna’s gaze lifted to the sky. The moon, swollen and red, was already bleeding into shadow. The Blood Moon final omen of their line.

It’s quiet but the urgency does not go unnoticed. We do need answers, regardless of whether he is an arrogant asshole. Right now we are on the same side. There are too many crawlers too. We need to figure it out. The very power of the Blood Moon is almost pulsating in the air. I am not sure how they managed to cause so much damage and enter this world, but it has to stop. “Maybe I’ll stand down if you tell me why you need me,” I snarl. “Your blood is what we seek! Stand down if you wish to live!” he hisses.

And now, just when I had to be involved, they were trying to cut me off. The Blood moon was a few days away and we were supposed to have found the right vessel by then. A vessel that had enough energy to contain the Shota's magic before we had it transferred to Vladimir on the night of the Blood moon. That has been Vladimir's plan all along. He wanted the Shota's magic. That would be terrible for all of us. Vladimir was a mixed breed, being a wolf and a vampire. The last thing we needed was him getting his claws on the Shota's magic. I couldn't let that happen. That would make him a step closer to his plan.

Rule: The Blood Moon never sets until the debt is paid. Willa leaned her head against the cold window, watching as the stars outside turned into streaks of blood-red light. She was going to do this. She was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that by the time this game was over, Jaxson Vane was the one begging for air.