Itachi Blood Moon Novels & Stories

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.

Justice, at last. Four days until the blood moon. I stood at my window watching the waning moon through the glass, counting down the hours until it would turn red. Blood moon. The night when Ares would be at his weakest, when the blessed silver would be most potent, when everything I’d been planning would finally come together. The night I would end this.

“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.

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!”

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?

“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.

"You've got to be kidding me." Across the field, Uriel steps out from the shadows, pale and still bandaged from before. But the way he moves makes my skin crawl. The Blood Moon is supposed to suppress wolves. But whatever's inside Uriel... it's not a wolf. And as the crowd screams Rhydar's name, the red moon burns brighter overhead, as if hungry for blood. I grip the railing, my heart pounding as Rhydar steps into the ring. I really hope he'll be okay.