Red Moon： Rising From The Ashes Novels & Stories

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

She said. "I'd never forget you Dawn, even without this necklace," I said, "you make me feel more alive than I really am... I'd never forget that." She smiled widely, revealing her two front teeth. "Let's touch the clouds Kaldar..." I carried her in my arms and she wrapped her hands around my neck. I leaped again, she looked in awe at the high trees around and the sparkling lights. We landed and I jumped again, even higher than the first. I got higher and higher and then I saw a distracting yellow light. I felt a strange heat on my face first and then the burning away of my skin.

Ayla The sky is red. Not sunset red, not the warm hue of dusk. It’s bleeding. A deep, oozing red that spills across the clouds like an open wound. The moon hangs too low, too big, glowing a heavy silver that thuds in the air with every pulse. I feel it in my ribs.

Then, through the drifting clouds, he saw it. The moon. Once silver. Now red. The blood moon had risen. The prophecy had begun. Kael’s eyes flared with rage, glowing like molten gold as his voice broke the silence of Ashwood. “RHHHHHHHEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!” The cry tore through the night, shaking the estate — not of an Alpha mourning his love, but of a beast calling to war. ---

"And I will never be yours." Ronan’s smile widened, revealing teeth that were already beginning to sharpen. "That’s the fire. I can smell it. It’s delicious. You think you’re fighting for Zayden, but you’re just stoking the flames for me." He stood up and walked to the wall, pulling a heavy lever. A grinding sound of stone on stone echoed through the chamber, and the ceiling began to retract. Above us, the sky was no longer grey. It was a bruised, terrifying shade of violet, and the moon—the Blood Moon—was rising, a massive, crimson eye staring down at us.

She lifts something from the ash: a stone bowl, blackened and cracked. She holds it out. Inside is water. Clear. Still. Reflective. “Look,” she says. I do. And in the surface, I see it—not a reflection—a vision. A flickering flame, bone crowns, wolves bowed to a woman with no collar, only a spiral burning across her back. Her eyes glow the same red as mine did under the Blood Moon.

She replied in defeat and laid her head in his lap, closing her eyes. Ciaran's throat began to burn as the pinks and oranges faded to be replaced with the blue black of night. He knew his eyes were red as well, as they started burning. Something was different about the pull of this night. He could feel the moon begin to rise. As his eyes found the usual white orb in the sky, his body froze. The moon bathed the land in a red hue as it was the night of a blood moon. "Rebecca." He spoke through the mind link, but she did not stir.

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."

Children placed flowers at the base of the Sacred Tree. Iris stood alone, watching the flames dance. She felt the weight of expectation, of rebirth, of blood. Aiden joined her, brushing her hand gently. “If we live,” he said, “what comes after?” She smiled faintly. “Then I stop being a weapon. And maybe… I get to be a person again.” His lips brushed her temple. “Then let’s make sure we live.” Scene 5: The Crimson Eclipse At sunrise, the sky dimmed instead of brightening. A false eclipse began, turning the sun to blood. The Moon Spire rose before them, ancient and monolithic, its black stone veined with molten silver.