Red Moon Rising Novels & Stories

The moon slowly emerged from behind the clouds, and at that moment, my heart seemed to stop beating for a second before racing twice as fast. That color slowly covered the round surface emerging from behind the clouds. Not soft yellow, nor pale white. It was red, deep and terrifying like a pool of blood in the sky. The red moon had risen, and with it, something sleeping deep inside me began to awaken with a roar that only I could hear inside my own head. Night crept through the gaps in the window, bringing an unusual chill. I curled up on the bed, trying to close my eyes, but the discomfort in my stomach began changing into a burning sensation that spread through my body.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

The moment he shifted would be the moment where his training would officially begin. Enchantress Inessa stood beside Calliope and held her hand tightly. Silently comforting and preparing her for what’s about to come. Everyone was waiting for the moon to reveal itself as Morgan rose from his seat and stood in the middle of the crowd. Romero was smiling widely while the pack members keep on congratulating him. The whole pack went still and silent as they watched the sun slowly set while the moon takes over. Morgan closed his eyes and held the star in his hands tightly.

The moment she tears her mouth away from mine to cry out with the strength of her release, I let go. Lights flash behind my eyes as my body explodes with the pleasure of being with my mates. I roar, feeling the earth shake underneath us as we fall apart, clinging to each other. I lift my head to the sky and realize that the light I see behind my eyes is actually Phoenix’s flames shooting up into the night sky like a volcanic eruption. When we’re both spent and Phoenix’s flames become burning embers flickering over both of our bodies, I collapse beside my mates and pull them against me.

The moon rose wrong. That was the first thing everyone noticed, even before the priests began to whisper or the wolves started to pace. It did not rise clean and pale the way it always had. It climbed slowly, dragging a heavy red glow behind it, staining the clouds and bleeding color into the night sky as if the world itself had been cut open. By the time it cleared the rooftops of Archview, the streets were bathed in crimson. People stopped where they stood. Market stalls fell silent. Guards paused mid-step on the walls. Even the feral howls that had plagued the outskirts for weeks faded into an uneasy quiet, as though the creatures themselves were listening.

His hands clench at his sides, and I realize he is fighting tears, tears he probably hasn't allowed himself to shed since the first time the curse made me cruel to him. Above us, as if the heavens themselves are responding to this moment of reckoning, the moon turns red. Blood light spills across the ruined stones of the fortress, painting everything in shades of crimson and shadow. The sight is both beautiful and terrible, a celestial acknowledgment that some moments are too profound for ordinary light. The red moon has always been a portent in the old stories, a sign of endings and beginnings, of blood spilled. Tonight, it feels like a witness to this confrontation between a mother and the

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

**Chapter 43: Blood Moon Rising** The morning of the wedding dawned blood-red. Raven woke first, tangled in Victoria’s arms beneath the crimson sheets. For a long moment she simply lay there, listening — truly listening — to the slow, steady rhythm of Victoria’s heartbeat against her ear. Her own pulse had slowed to match it almost perfectly now, a quiet, eternal duet. She could feel every subtle shift of Victoria’s body, every faint breath, every tiny movement of her fingers against Raven’s back.

The third night rose heavy and strange. By the time the moon crested the trees, it was no longer pale silver but a wounded red, as though some unseen hand had sliced her open. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the training yards, the pines whispering with a voice I couldn’t understand. The Blood Eclipse had begun.

The Moon, just clearing the ridge of the eastern mountain, should have been silver. She was not. She rose, huge and low, swollen and *red.* A deep, dark crimson, as if someone had wrapped a veil of blood around Her. Gasps rippled through the hall. Rhea swore. Kerran dropped his quill. Elia whispered a curse from an old tongue she rarely used. Scar stared, eyes gone sharp and wary. “A Blood Moon,” Kerran breathed. “But… no. That should not be. The charts—” “The charts did not account for *this,*” Luna said.