New Blood:the Blood Moon Saga Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then, he handed me the blade. My hands shook, but my resolve didn't. I cut a thin line across my own palm and offered it to him. Lucien groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, and pressed his mouth to my skin. As he drank, I felt the light inside me flare, being drawn into him, weaving our DNA into a single, unbreakable cord. The Blood Bond was closed. He entered me in one slow, devastatingly deep thrust. The light in the room detonated.

“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.

she choked. He didn’t stop. His voice went lower, more intense, every word an oath. “You hear me?” he rasped. “This ain’t over. This ain’t done. You are your mother’s daughter and my blood and Silverveil’s Luna. You hold. You don’t bow. Bloodmoon holds.” The world cracked. Baylee sucked in a sharp breath. That word — Bloodmoon. It hit her like a jolt directly to the sternum. Not just emotionally.

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded. Again.

She takes my hand, and the moment her skin touches mine, my head snaps back and everything fades— ⸻ We’re standing on an empty airfield, chaos erupting around us. Our people clash with humans and sharply dressed rogues. But it’s the glowing eyes watching from the forest that tell me—we’re not alone. Then suddenly, both Drake and I drop. Darts pierce our throats. Our hearts still. We don’t move again. Baylee and Caden come sprinting across the road, their screams echoing through the air. But the fight doesn’t stop—it gets worse.

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

Chapter Three The Blood Moon King. It made no sense. The Blood Moon King was a myth, he was a tyrant who has lived for over 500 years. He was a monster according to tales of old, an immortal being who brought nothing but destruction onto the world. There was no way he was the one, the one told in the books. The King of all Kings, the Alpha over all Alphas, the Lycan, a being of hybrid nature—The King of all the Alphas, the one who conquered the blood moon.

“The Blood Moon robs the oracles of their foresight, Laura. Perhaps you can take away her foresight permanently.” “I can´t allow you to do that.” Old Mia shoots another fireball at us, which I catch in one hand. Whatever power I receive from the Blood Moon has become concentrated in my hands. I act instinctively; the next thing I know, I am up on the dais in front of Old Mia. I grab her head and press my thumbs into her eyes, blinding her. Old Mia screams out in pain, as blood gushes from her eyes. I release my grip on her head and the old crone collapses to the floor, thrashing around violently. I turn my back on her and move to join Nolan. “I am no angel. I´m a werewolf.”

In the island of Muxue… Cold and large eyes, a striking figure and an even icier demeanour, Muxue Xiyu was not like any of the other women in Muxue. Calling her a witch was an understatement because she was a powerful enchantress by definition. But her powers came at a cost. It was just another night where she was feeling hot. Not just hot, it was scorchingly hot, like a desert! When the elders foretold that a female child would be born under the Blood Moon and harness the power of the eclipse, they obviously hadn't warned of the side effects of the resulting sensuality that encompassed her every time she used her magic or just practised.

“Something’s happening inside!” Aria and Selene exchanged a glance before sprinting toward the hall. The massive wooden structure stood at the heart of the village, its roof illuminated by the fiery glow of the Blood Moon. As they approached, the heavy double doors groaned, swinging open with an unnatural force. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of blood. Aria’s heart raced as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, landing on a scene of chaos. The village elder, a man known for his strength even in old age, lay slumped in his chair, his throat torn open. Blood pooled around his feet, reflecting the crimson light from above.