Moonblood Actress Novels & Stories

Madeline pricked her finger, letting a single drop of blood fall into the bowl beside Elias's. The crowd held its breath as Madeline lifted the bowl high, the moonlight catching the liquid inside. "With the power bestowed upon me as Luna of the Silver Moon Pack," she intoned, her voice ringing clear, "I call upon the Goddess to reveal the truth!" She tipped the bowl over the flames. The fire roared, the blood sizzling as it hit the embers. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then the blood changed. From crimson to deep, venomous purple. The color of betrayal.

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

The nightgown she’s wearing is soaked with dark red blood. Tears prick the corner of my eyes as my knees give up. I fall to the floor just beside my mother and wrap my arms around the wailing woman as I try to comprehend what my eyes are seeing. — The Luna’s temple is crowded that day. I’ve never seen the entirety of the two packs gathered in one place ever. But the Blood Moon pack has arrived to pay its respect to the dead, because this time they have a common enemy. Jordan hasn’t left my side ever since we arrived there. He somehow found out about what happened and appeared on my doorstep. My mother and I were too numb to speak but Jordan wasted no time in informing the Silver Crescent pac

"My Lady." "And this must be our precious Liora." The woman turned those blood-red eyes on my brothers' mate, and I felt the temperature drop another ten degrees. "The vessel I've been preparing for so long." "Who are you?" Liora whispered, her voice barely audible. The woman's smile widened, revealing rows of perfect, deadly teeth. "I am the Blood Moon Goddess, child. And it's time we had a proper conversation."

He coughed and cleaned his eyes with every word that he uttered. “We are all good.” The crowd said in unison and i felt Viana’s hand slip away from mine. She took up the wine glass and brought it to her lips. “So the bloodmoon has sent me a message for Alpha Bladen, and his Luna Viana.” Viana spat out her drink on the floor and i swallowed down a hard lump in my throat. Why would the blood moon have a message for me. “Please get up while i relay the message you two”

A blood moon. A vision, a whisper, a promise. She saw herself, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair ruffled by the wind. A crown of thorns upon her head, and bloodied hands. She was a queen. And she was a killer. You are a weapon, Rhea Mooncrest," echoed the voice of the Moon Goddess within her mind, a harmony of power and wise elder. "You are the blade that will sever the bonds of old. You shall need to walk with darkness to find the light. The blood moon is ascending for you. Choose your path. And then, choose your kill.".

The past i The little girl with dirty brown curly hair and a tattered dress walked into the room, her head bowed and her eyes puffy. “What in Selene’s name have you done again?” Joana asked standing up from her rocking chair. Her eyes were wide, her hands on her hips as she looked at Moon, who looked up at her. Moon’s lips were pushed out as if she was going to burst into tears all over again. “Mama, see…” Moon called, her lips bent downwards as she rolled up her sleeves to reveal a fresh cut with dried blood.

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."

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”

The path to Raven's trust was labyrinthine, but with every step, with every stolen glance and unspoken word, they were drawing closer. The world was cloaked in a cocoon of stillness as night's embrace stretched across the vast expanse. The moon, in all its silvery splendor, cast a luminescent glow that transformed the terrain into a realm of magic and mystery. The gentle shimmer of the moonlight was like an artist's brush, painting the scene with ethereal strokes, making everything it touched seem both real and dreamlike.