Moonblood Actress Novels & Stories

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

Within the MoonBlood Palace, the Shadow Guard knelt before the throne, presenting Gretonia's latest report. Alpha Lucian unfolded the parchment. His eyes stopped on a single sentence. ‘She felt the Alpha's wound.’ He rose from his throne immediately. The sudden movement echoed through the silent hall. From the shadows, an elderly woman stepped forward. The Moon Seer. Lady Seraphina. She looked at Lucian with a sorrowful smile. "The Moon Princess..." "has finally found her destined mate." Lucian's expression darkened. His hand slowly tightened around the report until the parchment crumpled.

"Is that... is that blood?" I froze. Luna was walking across the gravel drive, her movements mechanical, disjointed. She was barefoot. Her clothes—my stolen parka and jeans—were drenched. Not in water. In red. Blood coated her skin, matted her hair, and dripped from her fingertips. She looked like she had bathed in it. "It smells like wolf blood," Jack murmured beside me, his voice tight with unease. "Silver Moon blood." We knew that scent. We had been tracking it for weeks.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

She had faced vampires before, but this one was different—stronger, faster, and far more feral. A flash of movement to her left. She spun, blade ready, but the creature was already upon her. Its pale, gaunt face contorted in a snarl, eyes glowing crimson in the light of the Blood Moon. Aria ducked under its clawed swipe and slashed upward, the silver biting into its flesh. The vampire hissed, retreating momentarily, but she knew it wasn’t done.

Flashes of silver lights, blinding to my eyes, that's all I see around me at first, then comes the screams from voices…but it's not in the clearing… “I'm not in the clearing,” I whisper to myself, looking down at my skin that now has a translucent hue. “What's happening to me…am I dead?”panic and fear flood my senses but before I have enough time to explore and understand the situation, the smell of blood hits me. I turn to see a lot of women, standing under the blood moon, the same moon that witnessed my birth.

I linked my mate, and she looked at me and smiled, Indicating she knew what I was talking about. "I am Desiree Dawson, the last descendant of the Dawson and Johnson bloodline. The alpha of the moon pack and now luna of the blood moon pack. I have in me the magic of both the sun and the moon, bestowed upon me by the goddess herself, through my wolf, Ashria, a divine wolf and a princess of the moon." She confess, and people gasped. I noticed people doubted her, and some people were stunned. My father was in complete shock and looked curious.

No, all she could see as she looked at him was a man, whose wide shoulders bore enormous burdens. “Penny for your thoughts?” she asked with a small smile “My thoughts are gonna cost you way more than a penny” She blew her tongue at him “Then I don’t want them” They both shared a small laugh. “But really, what has been on your mind? You have been distant the last couple of days” she asked with concern in her voice. *sigh* “Sometimes I just wonder if I am a good enough leader” “Why would you even think that?” “Have you heard of the Blood Moon curse?” he suddenly asked

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

The moon was now shining on top of me and I started feeling energy flowing inside me and every member whoever tried to come and capture me, they were hit by a boltof white light and turned into dust. “Wow that is great power I say you have their destiny child,” the evil Priestess said and started chanting this spell which was making my head ache. The moment she was chanting I felt the whole place I was standing turning around and I was dizzy and I passed out. What I remember happened was that Azara said “The Blood Moon will rise, and the child of the moon will be destroyed….