Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

Albert smiled as he dug his nails in deeper. “Three.” I sighed, lowering my pinky. “Jonathan, go get some popcorn and drizzle some chocolate on it. I need a snack if I’m going to enjoy watching a murder.” Persephone chuckled, though she was likely serious. Miyazaki realized what kind of predicament his little boss put him in. Bloodmoon is feared for a reason. We may live peacefully, but if there’s going to be bloodshed, every pack member is all in. We don’t shy away from killing when it’s necessary. We’re the pack you never want to play the fuck around and find out game with. Miyazaki was here to fuck around, and now it’s time to find out.

she choked. He didn’t stop. His voice went lower, more intense, every word an oath. “You hear me?” he rasped. “This ain’t over. This ain’t done. You are your mother’s daughter and my blood and Silverveil’s Luna. You hold. You don’t bow. Bloodmoon holds.” The world cracked. Baylee sucked in a sharp breath. That word — Bloodmoon. It hit her like a jolt directly to the sternum. Not just emotionally.

A guard nodded and disappeared immediately into the trees. Kai was still pacing inside me, his rage barely restrained, his anger dragging hard against my skin. 'The Blood Moon is coming, Dante. No, it is already here...” he spoke, his voice darker than usual. “You know what that means. This isn’t just about Kira going missing. Fate is moving again. And she’s always cruel. And dear moon goddess if I get my hands on the one who decided to let fate use his or her as an accomplice...'

The utterance from Archer washed away the question I was about to ask before it even left my mouth. "And why did it affect Micheal this way and why were you stopping me from going toward him ?" My eyes did not move from starting at the moon which now became a strange attraction for me as if it was a mystery of the night that showed up in the sky but did not reveal itself completely. My feet automatically led me closer to the window, I settled my hand on the edge, and a gust of wind brushed past me as my eyes fixated their gaze on the moon. "It's the blood moon, Jasmine. The strongest yet hardest week for the predators comes once in a year and none can tell how stronger it might turn out to b

One achingly gentle. Leader. Destroyer. Healer. Her chest tightened. By the time exhaustion finally crept in, the sky had begun to darken. The moon rose red. Not subtle. Not gradual. It dominated the horizon, massive and burning, its light slicing through the world like an open wound. The Blood Moon. The codex hummed behind her. The fire in her veins surged. Talia stood. “This is it,” she said aloud. “The test.” Her flames erupted—no longer gold, but crimson threaded with silver, as though moonlight had bled directly into her blood. Power slammed through her body, sharp enough to steal her breath.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

The moon hung overhead, full and bright, and I stared up at it with bitter resentment. The Moon Goddess. She had done this. She had bound me to this woman, had tied me to four of my own sons, had cursed me with a mate I couldn't want and couldn't escape. But I would not yield. I would not surrender. I was Luciano Bloodmoon, the most powerful lycan to have ever lived. I had survived for centuries without a mate, and I would survive for centuries more. No woman would bring me to my knees. Not even her.

Which meant I had to survive several hours of polite conversation with people who could snap my neck like a breadstick. “Who’s the guest again?” I asked, fidgeting with the sleeves. Marien’s eyes flicked to mine in the mirror. “His Highness, Prince Lucien of House Draeven.” I froze. Lucien. The male lead of Blood and Moonlight. Dark-haired, golden-eyed, impossibly beautiful, with a smile that could charm the fangs off a snake. In the novel, he was both hero and heartbreaker—a vampire prince torn between love and political duty. And, in Lady Astrid’s timeline, he barely noticed her before she died.

“Do not talk to me like that. You aren’t my superior. I don’t answer to you. All the prep work we did, the practices, nothing can prepare you for how her blood called to me. It’s not my fault. I am what I am.” “What you are is weak. You’re correct. I’m not your superior. So maybe I should I let them know you almost failed. I should have chosen another. Her blood was not meant to be spilled. Not by you. Had I not intervened, you would have been destroyed. Leave us, Malachi.” Malachi. I made a mental note of that, pledging to circle back to him later. My eyes were closed pretending to still be asleep while I heard the two arguing. Malachi sounded like Acelin but obviously it wasn’t and that ma

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”