Red Moon： Rising From The Ashes の小説・ストーリー

Her white dress stained red at the hem. The girl's gaze found Aria's, sharp and unyielding. When the girl spoke, the voice wasn't hers but poured like smoke into Aria's mind: Run, little bloom. Or become the fire. Aria woke gasping, drenched in sweat. Tears blurred her vision. Outside, the sky bled red. She rose, heart pounding. The fourth bloom opened quietly behind the poetry books. Her phone lit up again. Jules: "We're moving. Now. We can't wait anymore."

Outside, somewhere beyond the Rift, the first faint tremor of the Blood Moon stirred and its light beginning to rise, red and ancient, over a world that had no idea what was coming. And I, the Star reborn, would have to face it and bound by fire, by love, by destiny. But not alone. Never alone.

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

The red tide didn't just amplify instincts; it unleashed the buried horrors, turning allies into predators and the night into a slaughterhouse. In the Silvermist village, the sky ignited in scarlet. Linda stood at the window of their modest home, her hands clasped tight, watching the moon transform. Tears carved paths down her weathered cheeks, spilling onto the sill. 'Elian,' she whispered, voice breaking. The boy—her boy—facing that king's wolf under such a curse. The stories whispered of alphas lost to the red moon, their brides torn apart in the frenzy. She pressed a fist to her mouth, stifling a sob.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

My voice was hoarse, broken, but filled with a promise that came from the depths of hell itself. "I SWEAR BY MY LIFE, BY THE SOULS OF MY CHILDREN, AND BY THE BLOOD OF THE GODDESSES! ONE DAY, I WILL RETURN! I WILL COME BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF WHATEVER HELL YOU SEND ME TO! AND WHEN I DO... I WILL NOT LEAVE A SINGLE THING STANDING! I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE! I WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH, BUT I WILL NOT GIVE IT TO YOU! YOU WILL REGRET THIS DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE EXISTENCE!" My eyes, usually a soft brown, began to change. The irises turned darker, shifting into a deep, ominous blood-red color, glowing faintly in the night.

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.

This was a painting she’d done herself, the meaning of which would be lost on anyone who didn’t know the secrets hidden in the artwork. It was a self-portrait of sorts, though the girl in the painting didn’t really look like her. She wore a bright red dress and reclined on a slab of stone, leaning up on one elbow. Her hair was a darker brown than Ella’s had ever been, her eyes a shade that looked nothing like Ella Verona’s or Juliet Montague’s, and it would’ve been easy for even the toughest of art critics to mistake the slab for a bed. The piece was publicly titled, “Emerging,” and whenever anyone asked, Juliet would simply say it was a piece that captured what it was like to suddenly have

The air begins to spin around me, taking on a red color. The hybrids are white and the tattoo I’ve been hiding all this time is finally released. “I will not let you win Frank! May in the night of darkness, the powerful evil of the red moon awakens... Final Moon!” …………. ( Don't worry Vlad will come back again.) I know you want me dead on this ending ...but I wrote even more in this chapter. But don’t worry the first part with complete with more chapters and then the story will begin will with part two.

Something silver, no doubt. Before Kaynon reached the enemy, he heard the last doors click open and the air seemed to be sucked out of the cramped space. Everyone stopped immediately to turn towards the end of the prison cells. Two small children stood, hand in hand, at the wall with a shimmer of blue and red glittering smoke rising up from around their clasped palms. Cilyna's children were glowing with their power as they gave a war cry, luminous eyes on their targets on the other side of Kaynon that were blocking their exit. When they released each other's hand and clapped their own together the power that they were building together shot out and hit the vampires and hunters at the exit, d