Red Moon： Rising From The Ashes Novels & Stories

The crimson star’s pulse was a primal scream, not a curse but a genesis, promising the nexus’s origin—a truth that could save or destroy their love. Jessica scrambled back, her hands scraping the abyss’s jagged edge, her breath ragged as Rylan’s blade slashed, missing her throat by inches. “You don’t know me!” she choked, her voice raw with love and defiance, her hollowness surging, a desperate fire against the star’s bloody light. The abyss churned, threads snapping, the starfield fracturing as the crimson star’s scream wove a vision—not of betrayal, but of creation, the nexus’s birth laid bare.

Later That Night – The Sky Turns Red A strange wind swept across the camp just past midnight. Elias stood on guard when the first ash fell. He looked up—and gasped. The moon had turned red. He rushed into the tents. “Everyone—wake up! Look!” One by one, they emerged, gazing at the sky. Red clouds churned across the horizon like bruised storm fronts. The air smelled of iron. Mira paled. “That’s not weather. That’s summoning magic.” Serena closed her eyes, heart pounding.

The forest murmured beneath her feet. The moon crept higher. The bond frayed further. The end approached. Her choice was made. She turned toward the rising moon. The mark on her arm pulsed. The talisman vibrated with renewed energy. The forest whispered one last time. "When the moon turns red, the guardian will bleed. When the bond breaks, the forest will fall. When the heart beats anew...the guardian will rise." Lyla inhaled deeply. The Bloodmoon was almost here. And the forest’s heart was calling for her blood.

The moon glared down from the night sky, as though a raging red eye. It shrouded everything within eyeshot a cold crimson, mocking those who once reveled in its light. The smell of metal was dense in the air—nauseating. It joined forces with the moon and scorned at Adeline and the headless body within her embrace that even as she shook in pain and anger, her cry was never heard. As if the moon goddess was deaf. As if the moon goddess was ignoring them.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

I was stunned and pulled Xander close to me. “What are you doing?” I exclaim. “I am not doing it. In fact, I can't do something as such” Xander responded in his defense.Then how the hell? My gaze flicked down at Ian and I gasp.His eyes are glowing a mix of red and blue, somewhat similar to fire. Did he do it? Before I could come up with another thought, the fire around us died down, leaving only the trail of ashes. Ian's eyes turned back to their normal shade and a smile adored his cute face.

Which is the only thing that counts. "Ok. I won't feel bad as long as you show me the rock." I say, smiling. Elena's cheeks blush, as she looks down at her hand. She brings it up towards me. I see a stunning rose gold ring on her finger. It's shaped like a firefly, that looks as though it flew around her finger. The body of the ring has small diamonds trailing from the head of the firefly to the tail. It's absolutely stunning. "How come a firefly?" I ask.

It sat perfectly still, its head tilted as if listening to a distant song. Then, the shadow spoke. Not in her mother's voice, but in a voice that sounded exactly like Elara's own. "The Red Moon is not a phase, little star," the shadow whispered, its eyes opening to reveal two glowing white voids. "It is an eye. And now that you have opened it, the Rest of the Heavens are looking back." On the horizon, the moon rose—not white, not silver, but a deep, bruised crimson. Elara didn't flinch. she reached out and touched the shadow, her fingers disappearing into the dark.

"Rise, Queen of Ruin. Our work begins tonight." Rhea stood, but she didn't feel like a Queen. She felt like a storm that had been trapped in a bottle. She looked back at Silas, wondering if he would ever forgive her, or if he would be the first thing she destroyed once she had the power to do so. POV: Ash Ryder Ash stood on the balcony of the Mooncrest Estate, staring at the northern horizon. The black eclipse was still hanging in the sky, a permanent scar on the world. The wind carried the scent of ozone and raven feathers.

“From the Temple of Ashes. From the altar where Azaria first collapsed.” I took it, surprised at how warm it felt in my palm. Like it knew me. “It still hums with her energy,” Ashley added. “And maybe... with what’s still watching her.” --- That night, I stood alone on the cliffs beyond the palace. The Red Moon still hung above, bleeding into the stars. I uncorked the vial. The ember flame drifted upward, slow and sentient. Then it stopped. Hung in the air. And pointed. Toward the north.