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I pointed at him accusingly and he burst out laughing. “Eish! I should have known! How dare you?” I wanted to hit him but he was driving so I kept my hand to myself, scoffing in annoyance. “Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.” He apologized, briefly glancing at me. “The full moon night is when all supernaturals will be out in their supernatural state. Well, it is dangerous for the vampires because they are in their most vulnerable state and any human in sight could.., well, be taken as an object of satisfaction.”

The night had descended upon them like a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red and foreboding. The Bloodmoon. It was said that when the moon turned such a color, destinies were sealed and fates were rewritten. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

It was when the demon wolves attacked for the first time. I will never forget that atrocious day. We were celebrating Moon Day, a very important tradition for my kind, it’s the day when we offer the Moon Goddess our tribute. We were all at the beach when the waters suddenly turned red, and out of nowhere, werewolves that we thought to be rogues at first attacked us.

Sarael pulled her hand from mine and rushed back to her phone. “Sarael? What is it? Your thoughts are disjointed. I can’t get a read on you.” I asked, worried as she quickly checked her email searching for something specific. “The Hunger Moon.” Sarael held her phone up to a picture of an old parchment. I assume it’s something she was sent by one of the Qadir brothers at the guild. “What is special about the Hunger Moon? It occurs every February. It’s just the name for the full moon.” I furrowed my brow taking her phone as I tried to read the faded archaic Latin written on the parchment below the image of the moon.

There is this time of the year when everyone gathers in the mansion to check if things are going well with me ruling both werewolves and vampires. All of them are well aware that we couldn’t fit in the mansion. That is why some decided to move to places and will come if we need them. We called it the blood gathering. There is also one event that every supernatural being wants to attend, which is the blood moon. That is where most of our powers are at their highest peak, the day I was born. “It’s too late, Alpha, I already said yes and they are coming here in the first week of next month.” Cyrus immediately left after saying those words.

“The Omen Moon is actually a very important time during the Lycan Calendar. The moon is red and during this time, rejection of mates is forbidden. Doing so will place an irredeemable curse on the defaulter.” I nodded. “Okay? So what does this have to do with all this? The task? And all these weird stuff happening to us?” Hazel sighed. “Apart from the whole ‘no rejection thing’, it is also a period of time that the dead are closer to the living. The line between life and death is blurred and it continues to blur the longer the Omen Moon continues. And it involves good and bad spirits. And soon their apparitions become more evident if they chose to make themselves seen. Even sometimes, against

Zoe tried to comfort her cousin. “We’ll find her. We still have time.” Tiberius rubbed his mate’s shoulder. “What does that mean?” I asked. “The prophecy talks of the blue moon. There is one coming up on May 20th.” Katrina frowned. “So, we have around a month to find and kill the witch.” Gunnar nodded. “Sounds easier than it probably will be.” Tiberius frowned. “Witches, especially the crazy old bitches are notoriously harder to kill.”

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

Even if the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. “You’re Tyler’s bride. The next full moon will be the Worm Moon and that will be the time which you and Tyler will be wed.” “Worm Moon? That’s a pretty odd name,” I said. The woman laughed. “Worm Moon is the name of the moon for March’s full moon. Each month has their names according to ancient traditions. January’s full moon is named as Wolf Moon which is the most sacred moon for werewolves and so forth.” “Werewolves?” My brain seems to leave my own skull and bathe in the same mud I was just soaked in.