Moonblood Actress Novels & Stories

I probably looked like I was about to. "I don't know much about them but I know as far as this." She started, all her gaze fixed on Damon. "They're performing a celestial ritual. And blood is needed. This blood happens not only to be Alpha blood but moon blessed blood. Which sums up your Luna perfectly. But I believe you already know this, don't you?" She asked him. I turned back to look at him. He nodded sharply, avoiding my gaze. "Her mother was moon blessed. I know."

I looked up to see the blood moon directly above us, and I smirked as I stepped into the pool of blood of all those innocent children. Damon's eyes were locked onto me, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. Neil, usually so full of cocky remarks, was uncharacteristically silent. They were afraid. They should be. "Still nothing to say?" I taunted, cocking my head at them. "No last-minute heroics? No desperate attempts to stop me?" Damon's lip curled in disgust. "You’re a monster." "Finally, you get it." Mirena lifted the cup to the blood moon, her voice hard and loud as she chanted at the full moon, the flames dancing under her commands. She could be as loud as she wants. She

“Under the blood moon. Whatever happens after, know this: you are mine. Marked or unmarked. Bond or no bond. Mine.” Ashley nodded, throat too tight for words. They stood together on the tower until the clouds parted and the waxing moon spilled silver across the snow. Below them the keep slept, unaware of the fracture forming in its foun dations. Two nights remained. The hunger between them had become a wildfire. And the dawn duel waited like a blade in the dark.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.

I reply. He smiles, but it never reaches the eyes. "We shall see." The doors groan open. Inside, the cathedral is all shadow and echo. Candles flicker in the side aisles, but the nave is dark except for the spill of blue light from the rose window. The mosaic depicts the Sun Father in triumph, arms raised above a field of supplicants. The artistry is exquisite, but the faces are blank, empty ovals. I wonder if the artist ran out of patience, or simply found it too painful to finish.

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."