Red Demon Eclipse Novels & Stories

So when Stiles looked at me, I bowed to show I was sorry. I wouldn't lie, there are a lot of reasons why Damion and I dislike Stiles. There was a story that was told that his mother is a direct descendant of the moon goddess. This gave him exceptional power. Instead of normal Beta eyes, he will show the moon colour whenever he's trying to use his rank or show his powers. If he had been an Alpha blood, he would have been so fearful. Another thing aside from his good looks, is that he also has the ability to become an Alpha, start a pack or hijack one. The dead Alpha has always warned us to be very careful about him and his family. He wouldn't even let his father perform the full duty of the B

I ask. "Well, take my case for example," says Meg. "When I met Harold, and we started to go out, I was told by his father that because I was human, I would go through heat. I do every now and then, and maybe that's why we have so many kids, but point being, I do go through heat even though I'm only human." "But your case is extremely unique," says Diana. "I don't think there's ever been a case in which a half breed of angel and demon has been mated to a werewolf. And even if there was, we have no record of it."

"This message was like loop repeating when the attack happened. All the people who were near to any necromancer were affected." "And what about the rest of the omen?" General Ambrosias asked me, obviously interested in what I was saying. "An eclipse where the sun will turn red, and the moon will be...eaten by the moon serpent...and immortality will end," I replied to him and saw the worry in the general's look.

He said with an evil smile on his lips. Demond, who knew what he wanted, pulled the chain in an attempt to free himself. "Haley, don't listen to him". He yelled as Haley stared intensely into Demoni piercing brown eyes, trying to figure out what he meant by his statement. "I need the red emerald Haley, the stone that could strengthen every wolf who is no match for the dire and rabid wolves". Demoni explained, dangerous matching towards her which made her staggered a couple of steps backward.

Streams of blood poured scarlet stains in my hands –– the rust stench as the dagger squelched deeper hung in the air. My father clutched my wrist, his hand shuddering, cold and pale. He bared his teeth in torment, breath labored, as blood trickled down the sides of his mouth. “Run back to the palace, my boy. Tell your mother and sister to hide; the border has been seized.” That night, he embraced death with open arms, which was the same night the moon was shrouded in darkness. I had known the premonition of the eclipse: the curse and the bad omen it represented. Perhaps my father had surrendered to it.

I finished. The healer didn’t confirm it, but she didn’t deny it either. For a long moment, I just stared at Sam. My wolf’s growl filled my head, not of anger, but of desperate insistence. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t understand why I wanted to do this. This wasn’t just instinct — this was something else, something heavier. “Lucifer.” I turned. Steve stood in the doorway, arms folded, eyes cold. I hadn’t even noticed him come in.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

A shadow crept across its face. "An eclipse?" Sterling whispered, looking up. "There is no eclipse scheduled for today." "It’s a Blood Eclipse," Morrigan murmured, wiping blood from her face. "The universe is blinking." The moon moved in front of the sun. But it didn't block the light; it turned it red. A deep, crimson ring of fire hung in the black sky. Darkness fell over the mountain. And in that darkness, the baby was born. He didn't cry. He slid into the world in a wash of silence and blinding white light. The light was so intense it cast shadows on the clouds.

“Still… I feel it too. Something’s out there.” Before Sam could respond, Elder Cora emerged from the forest, her frail frame draped in a shawl of woven moss, her white hair gleaming like frost in the sunlight. Her brown eyes were troubled, a rare crack in her usual serenity, and she carried a small leather pouch in her hands, its surface etched with runes. The pack quieted as she approached, their heads turning, a murmur of curiosity rippling through the clearing. Cora stopped in front of Sam and Kevin, her voice soft but heavy with warning, a melody that carried the weight of ancient knowledge. “I’ve seen a vision,” she said, her brown eyes meeting Sam’s, a flicker of fear in their depths.