Itachi Blood Moon 소설 & 이야기

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

Kael rasped, his hand shooting out to catch my arm. I leaned against a jagged shard of ice, my chest heaving. The silver light in my veins was pulsing a rhythmic, angry red. "I can't... I can't keep it down, Kael. The Blood Moon is too close." I looked back. Behind us, the pristine snow wasn't just marked by our boots. It was scorched. Everywhere my feet touched, the ice had melted into blackened slush, steam rising in thin, ghostly plumes. I was a literal flare in the dark, a beacon for anything with eyes.

"Because the moon is old, and it is older than any of us. It has seen war and death and betrayal, and it remembers every drop of blood that was spilled under its light." Another voice spoke. "So the blood offering calms that." "It does not just calm it," Rowan said. "It binds us as a pack. The Blood Moon Ritual is not about violence. It is about unity." His gaze moved over the room. "That is what makes a true pack strong. It is knowing when to shed blood and when to hold your ground." Lena raised her hand. The elder stopped, and his gaze went to her. Recognition came to his eyes. "You are the Luna," he said, and every head in the room turned toward her.

“I don’t want to be bound to this stupid Bloodmoon. Screw this and screw all of you! My life won’t be bound to anything, not even you father.” “Lucien! Get on your knees now.” He ordered in a low and commanding tone. “No!” With that the light of the Bloodmoon turned to a darker shade of red. Like I had just angered it. I turned and stared up at the moon. Then a sharp pain shot through my chest. I gasped for air and clenched my chest before falling to my knees. The pain was nothing I had ever experienced before, it was like my body was on fire and that my skin was about to peel off.

Do you crave her that much that you’d be willing to sacrifice me, one of your oldest friends? ‘I love Luna! Okay! I’m not scared to admit that. I have nothing to lose.’ He coughed, gripping onto Ronin’s jacket. ‘But this is not about me. See into my mind. I’ll let you in. This is to help Luna. The blood moon is the only opportunity you will get to do this and you must weaken the bond in time.’ ‘Get off me!’ Ronin fumed, pushing him away. ‘I don’t want to see what goes on in that twisted mind of yours.’ He growled in frustration. ‘Why couldn’t you just let me have this moment with Liora?! Shit!’

Ahhh, Kairos, I greeted with a forced smile, hiding the storm behind my teeth. My friend, did you bring me good news of great joy? Kairos raised his eyes to meet mine, his voice cool and composed. I never come empty-handed, James. You know that. I settled into the chair opposite him and poured myself a drink, still smiling like we were comrades in destiny. Well? I’m listening. He didn’t waste time, the Blood Moon is near, only a few days from now, he said without looking up.. I froze. He continued, and in case you haven’t noticed,

He looked like Fate itself. "Forgive me," he choked out. Zayden lunged, his teeth sinking into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. A scream tore from my throat, but it wasn't a sound of pain. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated power. The world went white, the stone floor beneath us shattered, and for a heartbeat, the Blood Moon above us didn't just turn red—it turned silver.

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.