Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

“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

Her eyes met mine. “As the Moon-Blood Luna.” The words sent a strange chill through me. I had spent my entire life believing I was ordinary. Then, within weeks, everything I knew about myself had been torn apart. My blood. My parents. My abilities. My connection to Arthur. Nothing was ordinary anymore. My mother lowered her voice. “The Moon-Blood wasn’t created to rule one pack.” I frowned. “Then what was it created for?” “To unite many.” My stomach tightened. “Many packs?”

“We march east before the moon wanes. That rune belongs to Blood Moon. And I am going to rip it right off his corpse.” ​The pack link flares. The guilt and desperation of the last three days instantly burn away, replaced by the hardening diamond of our resolve. The blood moon’s call is a drumbeat in our veins, and we are finally going to war. ​

“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.

The silver glow of the moon bled into crimson, spreading across the heavens like spilled blood. The forest fell into an eerie stillness, every sound swallowed by the sudden, unnatural shift. A Blood Moon. Icarra froze. “No…” she whispered. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Pain and searing ripped through her veins. She dropped to her knees with a strangled gasp, her fingers digging into the earth as something inside her surged violently to the surface.

A blood moon. A vision, a whisper, a promise. She saw herself, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair ruffled by the wind. A crown of thorns upon her head, and bloodied hands. She was a queen. And she was a killer. You are a weapon, Rhea Mooncrest," echoed the voice of the Moon Goddess within her mind, a harmony of power and wise elder. "You are the blade that will sever the bonds of old. You shall need to walk with darkness to find the light. The blood moon is ascending for you. Choose your path. And then, choose your kill.".

"Which is why I don't want you going in there, Maye. Everything is going to turn out fine. The King is going to thank me for bringing back his mate" Maye shook her head. "The future is uncertain Dya. Luna Devika died with her child, do you realize that could afflict her for the rest of her life, bringing her back will only do more havoc than good, we don't want a blood tasty queen!" Shailyn gasped as she instantly jerked up from where she fell, appearing beside Dya in an instant. "What are you talking about, my mistress is going to turn into a what?!" "A blue moon symbolizes another blood moon"

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.