Since The Red Moon Appeared Novels & Stories

Every gasp was a sob. It wasn't about pleasure. It was about defiance. We were creating heat in a cage of ice. We were choosing love in the face of death. "I love you," he groaned, burying his face in my neck. "I love you." We clung to each other in the aftermath, watching the sky turn dark. Then, the moon rose. But it wasn't silver. It was red. A Blood Moon. The moment the crimson light hit the stones, the barrier flickered. The spell was tied to the moon cycles, and the shift had disrupted it.

The sudden red full moon appeared anew in the sky, upon a clear and starry night. In that instant, it started to elevate the souls of all those at the werewolves, and vampires clan simultaneously. They were all surprised and scared at the sight of the red moon because it has been more than a decade since such a thing happened. The sight of it becomes a song in the eyes of those that raised their head upward.

Clay took another step toward me. “Do you know what they say about you now?” “What?” “They say you’ve been corrupted.” “By the Darkbreeds?” “Yes.” The wind howled suddenly through the clearing. The clouds parted just enough for the moon to appear. And when it did… A gasp rippled through the warriors. The moon was red. Not pale silver like it had always been. Not soft white like the Moon Goddess had blessed our people with for centuries. Blood red. Clay looked up at the sky in confusion.

The moon, a crimson sentinel, presiding over an event that defied the boundaries of normalcy. "The red moon," my father's voice wavered slightly, "signified the arrival of two beings, descending from the heavens with an aura of majesty. One was a figure of grace and compassion, radiating a sense of peace. The other..." His voice trailed off, a glimmer of fear flickering in his eyes. "The other was a being consumed by darkness, eyes smoldering with anger and hatred." A shiver coursed through my body as I imagined the stark contrast between these two entities. Light and darkness, locked in an eternal dance, their arrival signifying a pivotal moment in the world's fate.

Jasmine The hush that had fallen was soon broken by Micheal but with silence as his hand moved to point at the glowing moon that now had a red spot visible on it, the mark standing out in the glow of the moon itself but looking terrifying and so red that it looked almost....black. "It's the blood moon," The utterance from Archer washed away the question I was about to ask before it even left my mouth.

The young man went on to explain, " whenever Master Hale, Jasper, goes out running, especially on full moons, I take time to indulge in one of my hobbies, astronomy. It happened for a short while, eighteen minutes to be precise and few took notice, including me. The moon was red." I remembered the vision of the moon as I was about to pass out, it was cardinal red with a faded scarlet hue around it. "In the history book where I am from, it is said, the fulfilment of prophecies by the gods always had signs, sometimes, when curses were averted or ended the moon would turn red as a sign to the people or the released." Gibberish, it seemed to all be nothing but gibberish to me but in the previous

I don’t even need to turn around to see how they all probably scatter like ants and get back to training while getting out of her way. When the night strikes, I am back at the sanctuary of my room, sitting by the windowsill and staring up at the dark sky where the moon is brightly shining. Looking up at its appearance, which is about to turn full again, I realise it’s been almost a month since the red moon. And yet, people are still dwelling on what happened that night at the wedding. But then again, how can the people exactly forget about it when Sienna isn’t giving anyone time to forget about it?

Not one panicked question or even a shaky breath seeped out as we all stared up at the dark sky. After a few moments of blackened silence, the large mass began inching away, but this time a bright red color took shape in its path. The men could no longer hold in their shocked reactions and I could hear rising whispers and gasps as the now blood red moon was finally revealed. I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening, I looked down at my arms and exposed hands, wondering if the red color was affecting us in some unnatural way, but everything else seemed to be perfectly normal.

Olivia. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past her. She stepped in front of me. “I thought you said you were leaving and never coming back.” “I don’t have time for games,” she said. “I’m here to remind you. Tonight is the red moon. You know what that means.” I didn’t reply. I just walked away. The pack was quiet. No one else was awake. Only the strongest could stay awake under the red moon. I walked to the priestess’s house.

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.