Red Moon Rising Novels & Stories

When I gasped and fell back, she said: “When the blood moon rises, follow the scream.” “But be warned, little wolf. When you enter the Veil... you may not come back whole.

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

one’s mere wish but instead for knowing that not everything is based on what you want or what you think will make you happy, I also heard only a certain set of people gets to see her.The descendants of the man that pushed in the river, the descendants of the man that saved her and those who need the truth, I don’t know whose set we fall into, but what was it that you wanted that made her appear? Mine was to be a quiet and normal boy, living without the pressure and constantly reminded that I am the perfect son and I still need more to be perfect.” Phil asked me.‘Oh I told you to remember, I wanted to be a boy and I needed to run away and leave a nice life, I had the offer right in front of

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

A shiver ran down her spine as her mother finally replied. “There is a bad moon rising,” she murmured, her gaze then turning to the skies. “Bad moon rising,” her mother repeated, her brown eyes looking like they were a thousand miles away. Specks of snow settled against Lucinda’s olive skin as she gazed at the sky and repeated the words that didn’t make any sense to Mara. Growing more worried by the second, Mara approached her mother, hoping to snap her out of her trance. “Mother,” she repeated tentatively, reaching out a hand. When her fingers came into contact with her mother’s shoulder, Lucinda finally snapped her attention to Mara.

"There it is," Mira said softly. She was standing at the tall window of Lena's chamber, looking at the sky, and her voice had the quality of someone who had been waiting a long time for a particular view. "The Red Moon." It was not yet fully risen. It sat at the horizon like something that had decided to arrive slowly, on purpose — a deep amber that was warming toward red as Lena watched, the color of things on the edge of combustion. The rest of the sky was its usual Citadel darkness, starless and close, and the Moon's rising against it was arresting: specific, deliberate, like a word spoken into absolute silence.

“Blood Moon trail. Multiple carriers.” Elena was already turning. “Get me my cloak,” she ordered. “And weapons.” Chase fell into step beside her. “I’m going.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “You’re not optional.” Elena *****Forest Border — Blood Moon Rising***** The moon was red. Not an omen. A warning. Every instinct screamed violence. Tracks burned into the earth, glowing sigils carved with stolen blood. I dropped to my knees, pressing my fingers into one.

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.

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.