Itachi Blood Moon Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.”

Flashes of silver lights, blinding to my eyes, that's all I see around me at first, then comes the screams from voices…but it's not in the clearing… “I'm not in the clearing,” I whisper to myself, looking down at my skin that now has a translucent hue. “What's happening to me…am I dead?”panic and fear flood my senses but before I have enough time to explore and understand the situation, the smell of blood hits me. I turn to see a lot of women, standing under the blood moon, the same moon that witnessed my birth.

The words echoed through the room like a death knell. As midnight approached, the moon began to rise, redder than I had ever seen it. Not the warm blush of harvest, but a deep, violent crimson that stained the sky. The blood moon. The Crescent flared in response, pain lancing through my side so sharply I gasped. Xavier caught me before I could fall, his grip iron-strong, his voice tight with restrained panic. “Alara—” “I’m fine,” I lied, even as another vision slammed into me.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

“I won.” Ralphin turned away, rubbing his arm, but Atticus didn’t miss the hurt shining in his eyes. He couldn’t afford to care. Blood Moon had to remain elusive, offish, if they were to remain the most powerful pack in Eldda. He could not show weakness. Not now. By extension, Atticus was Blood Moon, and Blood Moon was Atticus. * * *

Alaric stood on the balcony, staring out into the garden at the gathering people. From their discussion, he knew the so-called Blood Moon would soon rise, and he was actually anticipating it. He had never seen a blood moon in his life before, and he wondered if the moon would really be as blood red as he imagined or not. He sensed the presence before Asher appeared, and he groaned softly. “Why are you following me throughout today, Asher?” He asked without glancing at the man.