Novel & Cerita Itachi Blood Moon

"He shall lose all, but get stronger —" "She did. Her best friend, her fiance, her whole life," "And on the blood moon, she shall be strongest. And on that day, her conquest of the dark forces shall begin," "Well, that remains to be seen, isn't it? The blood moon is three moons away after all. What the hell made you think it's Lycidas?" I asked. He shook his head, bewildered. "He fulfilled all the lines of the prophecy too," "He was found at death's door?"

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

“Then, I'll burn his neck chain“ Ivory chimes in. “After that, you would have to drink the mixture of both you and Aedan's blood together with the kitsune-ban. It would nullify the fox's magic and then, you'd finally be free off Aedan's imprint“ “You have just 5 minutes, Arthur“ Axel reminds me. Nodding, I replied. “I understand“ “It's time, Axel“ Ivory says. “Do your thing“ Nodding, Axel pulls out a black rabbit, twists its neck and spills the blood onto the ground. Letting out a loud howl, he begins to invoke names of lunar dieties I've never heard of before. “Let the moon drink blood and give turn to the blood moon“ He chants as the cloud parts under his voice. After one more howl from Ax

My mom said gently, while aunt Kira rolled her eyes at Fern. “ It's going to be alright. You are a wolf. You are cut out for pain and incredible strength. To get some blood won't hurt.” Alpha Tan said assuringly, but his tone was stern. But the images of hands being slashed to draw blood, just like in the movies played on my mind no matter how I wish for them to stop. “ When is the blood moon?” It certainly can't be anytime soon so I can still mentally prepare. Alpha Tan smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, which was creepy.

Instead of offering it hilt first, he reversed it and placed the bone blade across both her palms. “This is the Blade of First Blood,” he explained. “During the rite, the Luna draws a single drop from her Alpha’s palm and offers it to the moon. The pack tastes the bond through shared earth and sky.” Ashley closed her fingers around the hilt. The bone felt warm, almost alive. “And if I refuse?” His lips curved. “Then the rite fails, and we start over tomorrow night. And the night after. Until the Goddess is satisfied.” She smiled despite the solemnity. “Stubborn.”

I stepped closer, the contract scar hidden beneath my sleeve but pulsing with a cold rhythm that reminded me of the seal, the boundary, the choice that had been made and could not be unmade. "The Blood Moon was not an accident," I said. "It was not a natural phenomenon that the Academy weathered through luck and prayer. It was an attack, planned and executed by someone who wears the face of salvation while serving the cause of absolute control. And she will try again. She will gather new tools, new vessels, new rituals. She will wait until we have forgotten to watch, and then she will strike." The Chancellor's hands trembled. "What do you propose?"

the woman replied quietly. The water shifted again. This time, I saw wolves, Lycans, and beings I couldn’t name standing together beneath silver banners in peace. I saw children laughing and playing around. Then the image shattered as darkness enveloped everything. Screams echoed, and mountains of bodies stretched beneath crimson skies. My stomach twisted violently at the horrible images. "Stop." The visions disappeared instantly. The woman watched me carefully. "The moon-blood line exists to choose," she said. "Choose what?"

I read the lines once, then again, as if they might rearrange themselves into a different truth. Daughter— I have reached terms with the enemy. You will not believe the conditions, but I require your assent. By the time you read this, emissaries from Tharros will be riding for the Wound. Meet them at the Oathstones. Bring the wardens. Do not delay. The priests will protest. Ignore them. You will be my voice. You will carry the pact home. There must be no further war. A.

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”