Red Moon Rising Novels & Stories

The weight of authority has transferred, leaving her appearing simultaneously lighter and diminished. Lucian stands with Lior at dawn on Drevalon's highest tower, watching the twin moons set as sun rises to replace them. The mate bond hums with shared exhaustion and cautious hope for what comes next. "Two moons rise," Lucian whispers, the words feeling like prophecy and promise simultaneously. "One gold, one red. Our world begins again." At dawn, Lucian whispers, "Two moons rise—one gold, one red. Our world begins again."

“When you’re ready.” Then he vanished into the shadows, leaving Mara alone with her thoughts and the trap closing around her. ⸻ Elsewhere in the palace, Crystal poured herself a glass of wine and lifted it slowly. “To alliances,” she murmured. She did not need to see the meeting to know it had happened. Mara was angry. Hurt. Pride-wounded. Perfect conditions. The web was forming threads stretching from Moonstone to Red Claw, from resentment to opportunity. And soon, Crystal knew, someone would pull too hard.

It only got louder and louder like a heartbeat pounding in my ear. I felt fear but I didn't know why. I felt like waiting and crying but I couldn't open my mouth. "They are coming, its rising, your almost out of time," it cried louder in pain. The darkness blinked and the horrific image of dead bodies flashed before my eyes. They were laid out in a strange way, blood dripping from their bodies and into the soil…deep into the soil. Red eyes watched me from the shadows. "Their coming," I screamed as I jolted awake.

Their pack's territory was extraordinarily fertile and produced enough food to sustain all the surrounding packs. Harry was often surprised that no other Alpha had ever tried to take it. When asked, his father shrugged and said he would understand the day he saw Alpha Wayne get angry. This news had surprised Harry to no end. He had met the leader of the Serene Moon pack many times, and he was the most peaceful, patient, and caring Alpha he had ever met. Wayne interlaced his fingers in front of him and anchored his gaze on Harry's. "This is the moment when the reason for the Red Moon's existence, the military strike power, comes into play. The Red Moon is sent to deal with delicate matters wh

"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.

They were wet and red upon sight. Blood. Disoriented, I braced myself against the tree...but my blood-slicked palm pressed flat against its bark. The rune beneath the roots ignited violently. The sky shifted immediately. I looked up to see that the once bright and silver moon... had now turned red. Glowing red. The Blood Moon had risen. Panic squeezed my heart as I shook my head. “No...no..no..no...no!” Pain exploded in my head, causing me to fall weakly as the darkness pulled me in..

His gaze slowly returned to Philipa. Cold and detached. Let’s see how this ends… The elders regrouped, forming a circle around the altar. Then— They began low chants in ancient language at first. Their voices layered over each other, rising slowly in intensity while the book in their hands glowed faintly. The symbols on the pillars ignited one by one. The blood stream—Stopped completely, as if time itself had frozen. Then— Above them—The sky shifted. The Red Moon rose fully and dominating. Its crimson light flooded the chamber through unseen openings.

I mean it was really red like someone had set the atmosphere on fire. Everyone. Stared their eyes fixed on the sky. "What is that?" Marcus asked, his voice full of surprise. Nelly appeared beside us her face serious. "That is the Bloodmoon Rising, a ritual that only happens when a lot of Moonborn blood has been spilled in one night." I asked her "What does it do?" even though I was not sure I wanted to know the answer.

THE ATTACK UNDER THE ECLIPSE “The red moon rose, and with it, the ones who failed to die.” Eclipse Moon Rises. The sky turned to blood, raw, exposed arterial red—as if the heavens themselves had torn. Lerder stood atop the sanctuary’s outer ramparts, gaze fixed on the rising eclipse. Around him, the wind howled in strange directions, bending torchlight sideways and curling it like serpents. The moon above—eclipsed, shrouded in copper shadow—watched them all like an open eye.

“But you must move quickly. You have walked this island too long. The beasts are out for you now.” “One more thing,” it said, and the space around me grew faint. “If you fail to leave before the next moonrise, the island will become your grave. The pup cannot hold them forever.” I clenched my fists. “I understand.” “Then wake, Pelasgus.” The space around me cracked. Cracked — splintering like glass, lines of silver webbing across the fog. Light poured through them. Blinding. Burning almost. I shut my eyes. Then—