Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The girl I'd chased, Moonborn or not—do I really want her blood on my hands? Ragnar adjusted his hood, his voice dropping. "Time isn’t on our side. The Blood Moon will peak soon. Get her to Blood Moon alive. Or I will.” He melted into the shadows, the forest swallowing him, leaving me alone with the crickets and the distant roar of the party. My hands trembled, the beer slipping from my grip, shattering on the gravel. What the hell was this? One side screaming to kill, the other to capture. Second thoughts clawed at me, doubt festering like an open wound. Was this the alpha I was meant to be? A puppet between fathers and allies, betraying love for power?

The shadows that had swirled around him now curled around me, clinging, shaping, obeying. When the visions faded, I collapsed to my knees, trembling. My heart raced, my body burned, but for the first time in years, I felt whole. Lucien crouched before me, his sharp features softened by the faintest smile. “There she is. Not a broken wolf. Not a discarded mate. But a storm. The Rejected Blood Moon.” The title rang through me, fierce and true. I looked up, meeting his coal-dark eyes. “Teach me,” I whispered.

Carlito said. "Well...let's say change is a constant factor," I shot back at him, meeting his gaze before offering him a seat directly opposite me. We both sat down and did not waste time delving into the reason why he and his men were in my pack. “There’s something Blood Moon possesses,” he began, folding his hands together. “A priceless asset. And a woman,” he said, gesturing how priceless it was with his finger. I frowned, leaning forward slightly. “You’re going to have to be more specific here if you want me to understand you better,” I said, my brows furrowed.

The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift. Two men stepped out from the shadows, blocking their path. Both wore dark hoodies, and each held a knife glinting faintly under the streetlight. “Your luck runs out here, Moretti,” one of them said. Before Isabella could react, Matteo’s body shifted — not in panic, but with a predator’s precision. The first man lunged, and Matteo caught his wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the ground. He struck him in the ribs with a brutal efficiency that sent the man staggering back.

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

The wolfsbane was already making her dizzy and her blood was dripping everywhere. It made her wonder whether being the moon's chosen meant having lots of blood. Afterall it was what she seemed to have in abundance. As if her wolf had been exchanged with lots of blood in her body. That regardless of how unhealthily she eats, she still has large volumes of blood that flows whenever she is being punished. Still, she readied herself. She had to pass this task through all means and then hope on Freya to get out of here. She imagined things going wrongly but she reminded herself about Freya's hate. If she could put it to a good use, she would be a able to free herself. And she was going to put it

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

Then, he handed me the blade. My hands shook, but my resolve didn't. I cut a thin line across my own palm and offered it to him. Lucien groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, and pressed his mouth to my skin. As he drank, I felt the light inside me flare, being drawn into him, weaving our DNA into a single, unbreakable cord. The Blood Bond was closed. He entered me in one slow, devastatingly deep thrust. The light in the room detonated.

She tore open her own palm, letting her black blood drip onto an ancient altar stone at the cliff's edge that had been hidden beneath the snow all along. "I may lose tonight, Inka," the woman whispered as her body slowly began to crack into shards of black ice. "But my blood has activated the final phase. The moon's eclipse in the sky has shifted... You don't have two more nights. The eclipse... is happening tonight as well." We all simultaneously looked up at the sky. Up above, the pure crescent moon that had just been cleared of fog suddenly began to be eroded by a reddish-black shadow from its edge at an unnatural speed. The night of the blood eclipse had arrived far sooner.