Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

She pushes past me and steps out onto the balcony. I follow her out into the cold, red-tinted night. We lean over the railing, peering into the shadows below. "It's a natural phenomenon," Liviel explains, her voice still a little tight. "But the Blood Moon triggers extreme agitation and aggression in all Dark Faction creatures. That includes Reapers, you know. Haven't you felt it?" Agitation. Well, that explains a lot. No wonder I felt like a hyperactive sociopath today. CRASH! Another violent sound of shattering wood and glass shakes the floorboards beneath our feet, yanking me out of my thoughts.

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

then, someone gripped Gareth's hair and yanked his head backward. "Were you really trying to run away from us again?" He grinned. Gareth's heartbeat paced in fear as he swallowed hard. "Let him go," Seraphine commanded. Though scared, she still tried to sound calm and composed. "He is part of my escort." The lips of Stark tilted to a corner. "And why should I do that?" He asked. Seraphine tilted her head up a bit. "I am Seraphine Bloodmoon. Wife of the former Alpha King, and Luna of the Bloodmoon pack," She announced. Stark's eyes widened in shock. He trembled as he knelt and bowed to the ground. "I'm so sorry, Luna Seraphine of the Bloodmoon pack; I didn't mean to hurt one of your people;

My hands rested gently on my swollen belly, a silent promise to the life within me. As the night progressed, the Blood Moon reached its zenith, bathing the world in a deep light. The Elders commenced the ceremonial chant, their voices a haunting melody that seemed to stir the very soul. The pack members, one by one, succumbed to the pull of the moon, their forms shifting, contorting as they embraced their primal selves. I watched from where I stood, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. The time had come for me to confront the unknown, to experience my first shift under the extraordinary circumstances of the Blood Moon while carrying the future of the pack.

Why did their eyes, their voices, their blades all come back to me as if I were the center of a story I didn’t understand? The monster shrieked, silver eyes blazing as Dimitri deflected another strike. The sound rattled the air, clawing into my chest until I thought my ribs might splinter. And in that noise, in that moment, something inside me cracked. Images flooded me—not memories, not exactly, but flashes. The pull of the moon. The warmth of a bond. A thread of power coiled tight in my blood, waking. No. No, it couldn’t be real. I staggered back, clutching at my throat, as if I could hold it inside, as if denying it would stop it from breaking free. Jason caught me, his hand steady at my

"One child cannot stop what is coming." He lifted a dagger and sliced his palm. Blood hit the runes. They ignited. "Let them run. Let them hide. When the seventh hybrid rises... the world will burn." His eyes flared crimson. And somewhere far away, the Blood Moon began its slow rise.

My breaths were coming hard, and the urge to Mate was strong, stronger than it had ever been before. “The Blood Moon is probably affecting Conner, as well.” A crease formed between Wyatt’s eyes. “Adan, if I may say so, you should be with your Mate right now.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded toward the sky. “Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.”

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”

“The child of the Blood Moon was created for its restoration." The words bounced off the walls, reverberating through the chamber. When I turn to Oravx, all colour is drained from his face, leaving his skin the shade of wet ash. "But…” he begins slowly, "...every single record says that the birth of a child of the Blood Moon brings nothing but ruins." “Every surviving record,” the Keeper corrects him. “There's a difference." She raises her staff and points towards another section of the mural that we missed, it had been hidden in the shadows.