Supernatural Red Sky At Morning Novels & Stories

Morga whispered, dropping the scroll as she fell to her knees. Ash lunged for the balcony railing, his eyes scanning the horizon. Far to the north, beyond the Silverfang Valley, the black disc of the sun began to crack. But it wasn't white light that bled through the fissures. It was a thick, oily darkness that moved with a sickening, liquid grace. The sky didn't turn blue; it turned a bruised, bleeding red.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart before slowly opening my eyes. The sight in front of me made me freeze, barely able to breathe. We were standing at the highest point of the Bloodmoon Pack territory, with a cliff beneath us and a sea of clouds rolling like waves down below. The eastern sky, once a quiet gray-blue, was gradually being torn apart. A brilliant streak of golden-red spilled across the clouds, like someone had tipped over a paint bucket. Then, the sun broke through the clouds—a fiery red orb emerging. Its rays burst through the darkness of dawn, painting the world with a dazzling shade of gold.

She spat at him, it turned to silver mid-air. He caught it, pressed it to his lips. “Thank you.” Back in the sanctuary, Lerder raised his blade and struck down a second wave of abominations. More poured in—through cracks, through windows, from below but it wasn’t just physical. Something changed in the air. The ‘Red Moon Gate’ was opening. A shimmering, blood-colored glyph pulsed above the central courtyard. It wasn’t meant to be seen, it had always been there, buried in the sky.

Dev glanced up to met the twins’ gazes as they suddenly pointed their fingers in the sky. The purplish red patch disappeared as a crimson tint in the sky started to spread enveloping the whole surrounding with the bloody color. Dev widened her eyes in shock as the crimson tinge slowly disappear and the sky turned purple again. A bad omen! The demon realm is in danger! Dev hurriedly swept the things on the table as she spread a layer of empty paper in front of her. She then chanted a spell as the images started to appear. She darted her eyes on the image and watched the whole scene with unblinking eyes.

Immediately, they continued heading to the location the energy was coming from. From a distance, they could see the silhouette of the Nightfall palace when suddenly, the sky darkened, the ground trembled beneath them, and the air crackled with intensity. Before long, the darkness lifted, revealing a crimson sky with a full, red moon hanging ominously above. "This shouldn't be happening! I bounded her powers and witch side!" Mrs. Kate thought again, her wolf releasing a piercing howl this time. Mrs. Kate's wolf paused, gazing up at the moon for a moment.

It was a scream of pain. Because at this point, it could not consume them anymore. Because they chose love, and the love was stronger. And then, the sky turned red. Not with magic, but with blood. And From the east, another force moved. Not the ancients. Not the beast. But something else. Or something forgotten. Seraphina looked up from the floor of the sacred tunnel, gasping. “Something else is coming.” Leandro stumbled to his feet, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

Tavian ran after him and caught his arm at the base of the temple steps, both of them stopping to breathe. Above them, the moon had deepened. Its edges were almost fully red now, bleeding the color outward across the sky like something had been opened up there. Tavian stared at it. “Why is it turning red?” “It means what it always means when the sky bleeds.” Aurelian said, more to himself than to Tavian. “Something is ending tonight.” Tavian let go of his arm. “Then we end it together. I’m not negotiating that.” Aurelian looked at him. At the set of his jaw and the steadiness in his hazel eyes despite everything his face couldn’t quite hide.

The sky above the High Citadel did not bleed gradually; it tore open in a single, silent instant. One breath, the sky was framed by vibrant emerald and violet northern lights; the next, a deep, bruised crimson suffused the night, painting the mountain peaks in the color of fresh arterial blood. Down in the courtyard, the grand victory bonfires flickered violently before dying down to cold, black ash.

"Children born under the rotating phase of the red moon do not have any unique abilities or what's so ever, like how the elderlies always make it look. The red moon is merely a natural occurrence where the earth moon is in a total lunar eclipse." "I know Astronomy Dad," I said dryly. " Weird things have just been happening and…" "What weird things," Dad rushed in. "Why did Mom name me Luna Rossa? It can't just be because I was born under the red moon….was there something she didn't tell you? Is there something you would like to tell me?" I was in no mood to go around in circles again with Dad, but the constant formation of my life taking shape in just one man's existence was merely an accide

"And I will never be yours." Ronan’s smile widened, revealing teeth that were already beginning to sharpen. "That’s the fire. I can smell it. It’s delicious. You think you’re fighting for Zayden, but you’re just stoking the flames for me." He stood up and walked to the wall, pulling a heavy lever. A grinding sound of stone on stone echoed through the chamber, and the ceiling began to retract. Above us, the sky was no longer grey. It was a bruised, terrifying shade of violet, and the moon—the Blood Moon—was rising, a massive, crimson eye staring down at us.