Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.

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.

Blood welled, dark and thick, dripping steadily onto the sheets. The runes drank it. The silk pulsed, heat rushing beneath my back. My stomach clenched as warmth spread through me, settling low, in my womb. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Next was Aiden. He didn’t hide his disgust as he approached, his icy eyes narrowing on me. He cut his palm with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, and let his blood fall. The runes blazed brighter. The warmth inside me grew hotter, invasive.

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.