Sunrise X Moondrop Novels & Stories

he tells me as he rushes back to his desk for his phone. He takes a photo of my neck and passes his phone to me. I gasp when I see what is on my neck. The mark itself is a watery silver colour, two wolves engulfed in purple flames within the moon. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I hold my neck, thanking the Moon Goddess for yet another gift.

Blood welled, dark and thick, dripping steadily onto the sheets. The runes drank it. The silk pulsed, heat rushing beneath my back. My stomach clenched as warmth spread through me, settling low, in my womb. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Next was Aiden. He didn’t hide his disgust as he approached, his icy eyes narrowing on me. He cut his palm with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, and let his blood fall. The runes blazed brighter. The warmth inside me grew hotter, invasive.

Children placed flowers at the base of the Sacred Tree. Iris stood alone, watching the flames dance. She felt the weight of expectation, of rebirth, of blood. Aiden joined her, brushing her hand gently. “If we live,” he said, “what comes after?” She smiled faintly. “Then I stop being a weapon. And maybe… I get to be a person again.” His lips brushed her temple. “Then let’s make sure we live.” Scene 5: The Crimson Eclipse At sunrise, the sky dimmed instead of brightening. A false eclipse began, turning the sun to blood. The Moon Spire rose before them, ancient and monolithic, its black stone veined with molten silver.

I placed a sleek, silver case onto the polished surface. The latch clicked, a sound that made the Senator flinch as if I’d fired a gun. "Uncle Aaron is yesterday’s news. You really should keep up with the current events. I've formed new alliances, so should you." I flipped the lid open. Inside, nestled in black velvet, were the new capsules. They glowed with a light sheen. MoonDrop. He didn't even wait for me to give him the signal. He scrambled for one of the capsules like a starving animal. His fingers were clumsy as he shoved it into his mouth.

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

“But I’d be a Trojan Horse.” “If you’re comfortable with it, that would be helpful,” Thea said. “Who do you think will be at the summit?” “At least Crescent Moon, Mead Moon, Storm Moon, Far Side, Eclipse, Cold Moon, and Ice Moon. They were the packs that were upset about missing slaves. Possibly Moonrise and Chaste Moon. They’re neighbors with Crescent Moon. They probably think it’s safer to back them instead of New Dawn.” “Thank you, Alpha Ford,” Thea said. “I’m looking forward to our alliance and growing closer.” “As am I.”

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

The lock clicked open and she stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her. The room smelled of ink and Victor-- Cedarwood and smoke. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, falling across overflowing bookshelves and an enormous desk covered with official documents. Everything was orderly just as Victor wanted it. At this point, she just had to be very careful so that he wouldn't know someone came in. As Selene tiptoed across the floor, careful not to make a sound, the only thing on her mind was finding anything connected to the Blood Moon Massacre. She opened the first drawer.

Juliana's smile widened, a glint of victory in her eyes. The next day, as Chester and Seth kept Juliana company, a shrill ringtone sliced through the air. Chester's heart clenched without warning. The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!"

Just separate figures, standing apart. Two souls picked one another when nothing was clear now they face what shines ahead. A quiet choice made long ago grows louder here, under open sky. One moment defined them, though neither spoke it aloud. Stillness between them says more than words ever could. Not perfect, never promised but present, arms slightly open. Light spilled across the valley as Moonhaven woke for the first true morning.