Red Moon Rising Novels & Stories

If the Voice wasn’t in our territory, if Amelia wasn’t in our territory. I was about to respond, to order the search expanded regardless of the consequences, when the window behind me suddenly filled with red light. I turned, already knowing what I’d see. The blood moon, rising above the trees to the east, its light bathing the palace grounds in an unnatural crimson glow.

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.

Sam smirked as both of them headed into the forest. Immediately they got to the clearing that preceded the camp of the Ain pack, an axe came flying straight at the head of Samantha. Samantha raised up a finger and the axe stopped its descent and dropped harmlessly to the ground. She smirked and yelled, “You do know this is like child’s play to me, right? However, it will not be funny to you when I strike.” A man stepped out of the undergrowth and smiled, “I got to say, I am impressed. Your reputation precedes you, Samantha.” Sam raised up an eyebrow and said calmly, “I don’t like the use of my full name but I will let that pass, Jenrad. So I want your pack to kidnap Clara Kathryn Peterson, m

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.

Alex mounted up from his chair, picked his stuff like car keys, mobile, etc. “Henry, let’s go to Roselyn Lunatic Asylum.” Henry also stood up with a wide grin on his face. Though they are not sure for what Rose visits Roselyn lunatic Asylum they are sure they will get the answer to the most important question of their life ‘why is Red Rose?’ over there. Alex drove up at its fastest speed. This Red Rose case and this question ‘who is a red rose?’ made their life hell for many months. This case is not less than any maze the more they are trying to come out the more they are wandering deep inside.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

Michael was sprinting toward me, Lora close behind, her braid whipping behind her. “Andrew!” Michael yelled. “What now?” I muttered under my breath as they reached me. Lora skidded to a stop, her face pale. “It’s the blood moon.” “What?” I blinked. “It’s tonight,” she said, breathless. “The elders misread the last cycle. The moon rises red by nightfall.” “Shit,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Are you sure?” “We checked three times,” Michael said. “It’s real.”

Nobody could be able to treat her like I do to see past the fact that she was a quote in quote bitch. In the heat of the Blood Moon event I smelt her, and I just knew that it was destiny. I was already damn well obsessed with Marlene and so I knew how she smelt like. But knowing she was my mate, everything smelt divine, fucking delectable, my sense of smell was heightened, more than it had ever been in my life. She smelt of warm amber, vanilla bean but there was something different something sweet. It was a subtle hint of wild lavender. Her scent was soft, and purely feminine. The scent that usually lingered on my pillows long after most of our nights together.

She informs Nicholas she’ll be back by sundown and continues running towards the opposite side of the garden, to the library. Instead of tending to Jean, here she was at an abandoned building, with bookshelves leaning like a fallen domino, and wallpapers burnt and one side of the library still burning. The ceiling had holes in it, and through it, Cerise can see how red the sky really was. It was as if the earth was covered with blood. Red moon. She had once recognized. She learned about it in one of her courses, proving to be more useful than she thought. “A red sky comes with a red moon, and a red moon indicates a transfer of power”