Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The sight was truly pitiful, and it made me nauseous, but it was his weakening heartbeat that shook me to my core. I ran to him grasping him immediately ripping the chain around his arm, bearing the brunt of his weight. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I must be dreaming, right? You’re not really here, are you?” “This is no dream. I’m here. I’ve come for you. Do not try to speak. Have my blood.” My fingers traced his check softly as he looked up at me with awe while I prepared to break the skin on my wrist to feed him my blood.

Her hand moved subconsciously to her wounded cheek which began to heal at breakneck speed, visible to the naked eye. “How feisty.” She commented and smiled as she licked off her bloody finger, giving her the look of a serial killer. “I sent no one against her….we had a deal and except you planned to go against it, I did not have any ill intentions. The only one who could do such a thing is the Luna of the diamond pack.” She informed him, as she stood before him. “How did she…” He asked in surprise as he stared at Lilith who stood before him, with a cold and indifferent look. “How was she able to track me?” He asked.

POV: CALLIE “It’s not a simple ritual,” he replied firmly. “It’s our union before everyone, proof of our strength and devotion. The Blood Moon is a rare and powerful event, and by joining our blood, we are sealing our destiny together, showing the pack that we are one.”

“And what if she’d killed you, Lucy? What then?” Lucy stepped closer, ignoring the raw anger in his gaze. “She didn’t. And now we know the truth.” Karl exhaled hard, raking a hand through his hair. “The Blood Moon,” he muttered, pacing. “Of course, it had to be the damn Blood Moon.” Lucy’s heart pounded. “Is it true?”

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

In the moments right before I wake up screaming about things I can't control and people I can't protect. Same silver-blonde hair catching the light. Same violet eyes with that silver ring around the iris that nobody else has. Same bone structure that I've memorized better than I know my own face. My mother is walking through the gates of Blood Moon Academy. Except she's not my mother. She's too young. She's the right age to be a student, not a fully grown woman who murdered her husband in cold blood and then disappeared like she never existed. "Draven?" Marcus is talking to me, but his voice sounds very far away. "Man, you're getting that look. The one where you're about to lose your mind."

I asked. "The Blood Moon Crystal is ancient," he said. "Older than any of the packs, older than the current bloodlines. The legends around it are not consistent, different sources say different things, but the one thing they all agree on is that it amplifies what is already present." He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees. "In a wolf with ordinary strength it would do very little. In someone carrying something exceptional, something rare, it would unlock that thing completely." I thought about what Riven had told me in the cell. The red light filling the room. Seraphis rising inside me like something surfacing from deep water.

Marks. And then—Words. Amber’s eyes moved quickly. She’s reading and trying to understand. But one line stopped her completely. “The Silver Bloodline does not bow.” Her breath caught. “Silver” Her power. Her eyes. Her energy. Her hands tightened on the book. “No…” she whispered. Her heart started racing faster now. Stronger.nShe turned the page. More writing. More detail. More truth. “They are born once in generations. Feared by Alphas. Uncontrollable. Unclaimable.”

Her knees buckled, and she felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sudden surge. Kael’s hand shot out instinctively, gripping her shoulder with an iron strength that made her wince. “Step back!” he commanded, voice low but resonant, reverberating through the clearing. Rowan stepped closer, arms raised slightly, calm but firm. “Do not let them provoke you. Stand still. Control you’re…” He stopped, realizing that she couldn’t control the surge. Dante’s grin was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. “Relaxing isn’t an option right now,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Feel it, accept it, but don’t fight it. Not yet.”

Lunaris Dominion, moonhowl pack, grave tooth pack, strombane pack, iron claw pack and blackthorn pack. Some say Moonhowl is merciful. I say mercy’s a lie. A hand waved in front of my face, ripping me from my thoughts. The first thing I saw were the polished boots. Then a lopsided grin. Von. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. “You look… clean,” I muttered. He puffed his chest. “Rumor is, High Alpha Alaric made a deal with the Alpha King. Wants to send a few humans over as tribute.” He adjusted his ragged collar. “Thought if I looked half-decent, maybe I’d be overlooked.”