Supernatural Red Sky At Morning Novels & Stories

The Moon Will Bleed Nicholas’s POV The moon turned red. Not the soft rust of an eclipse. But blood red—ominous and burning, as if the sky itself was weeping for what was to come. We all saw it. Wolves howled and then harkened frozen in mid-howl, they seeming to hear in the skies a knell of death. Witches left their incantations halfway through and spells stagnated in the air as though fire burned at the border of extinction. Earth itself took breath.

I pull with all my strength, too full of rage to think about tactics or strategy. Bone tears free again. Blood floods the ground. He howls as the limb separates completely. But again… It starts regenerating. Ezekiel shifts, staggering back, panting heavily now. “Your dad wasn’t kidding,” he growls. I’m about to attack again when when suddenly- BOOM! Something explodes high above the forest. The night sky flashes red. A massive crimson dome spreads outward over the entire battlefield surrounding the mansion in the distance, bathing the forest in eerie red light.

But not the light of the Holy Lands. Not the blue-silver of the hidden city. Not the cold clarity of the new moon sky above them. *Red.* Deep. Ancient. The red of volcanic fire seen through miles of stone. The red of blood moving through living things. The red of the sky at the edge of the world where the sun went when it was done with daylight. It poured through the breach like warmth through an opened door in winter. Luna felt it on her face. On her skin. In the demon blood—

The sky above the Bloodlands burned with unnatural fire. As Kael, Aria, and their company crested the final ridge that overlooked the enemy's domain, the full horror unfolded before them. From horizon to horizon, dark crimson clouds spiraled around a column of light rising from the center of Malric's capital—a spire of magic that twisted the heavens into a vortex of storm and flame. Lightning forked across the sky like angry veins, and the earth itself pulsed in time with the thrumming energy.

The sky was tinted a violent crimson that seemed to bleed onto the earth. I had just turned twelve. That night, the sky was tinted a violent crimson; the Red Moon, an event that forced all the pack's warriors, including my father, to retreat to the sacred fields for rituals of strength. The black serum that the men of the Eclipse had injected into my veins felt like a tide of lava rising and falling with the tide of the moon. The mansion was in a deathly silence. Sarah was sleeping in her crib and I had stayed under the care of my mother.

And that would have to be enough. It had to be. Please let it be enough. Please. One more day to prepare. One more day to become strong enough. One more day before everything changed. We'd make it count. We had no choice. The final day of training dawned with blood-red sky that felt like omen, and I watched Alex study the horizon with expression that suggested he felt it too. "Red sky in morning," he murmured. "Sailors take warning." "We're not sailors," I pointed out.

He began, "It's already too late to...," The night shifted. The wind suddenly picked up, and every wolf raised their head instinctively. The pale silver of the Moon suddenly dulled greatly, darkened and then...the Moon began to bleed. A crimson haze spread over its face, and a red Moon stared back at everyone... painting the whole night in a ghastly red light. Wolves whined low in their throats, ears flattened with horror filling their eyes. Something was terribly wrong. Kaden tore his eyes from the sight, thinking and calculating. A Red Moon? What does this mean? And how would that affect Elijah?!

Later that night, the wind died down to a mournful whistle. Jack couldn't sleep. The energy of the serum was humming in his blood, a constant low-voltage vibration. He climbed the maintenance ladder to the roof of the bunker. The sky was a canvas of violent art. The Aurora Borealis was churning, great ribbons of purple and blood-red tearing through the usual green. "Red sky at night, sailors delight," a voice said from the shadows near the ventilation stack. "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning. What does red sky at midnight mean?"

the king said holding the hand of his blade tight and he went ahead. The butterflies had gathered back together and they were ready to start dropping creatures again. Skye in his short life had faced sudden death twice in three days, and he wasn’t happy with that. All of them had regrouped and were going to the mouth of the cloud. He breathed out, cold air coming out and his jaw stretched impossibly wide. Supernaturals had tattoos on the outside, and other Supernaturals had tattoos on the inside. It stretched physically impossible and the head of a squid came out, and shot out of inside him.

"What could be worse than ancient vampires?" Elder Sarah looked at me with eyes that were full of fear. "The end of everything," she said. Just then, one of the younger pack members came running up to us. "Beta Elias!" he said, breathing hard. "Elder Sarah! You need to come quickly!" "What's wrong?" I asked. "There's something wrong with the sky," he said. "Look!" I looked up, and what I saw made my heart stop. The sky was changing. What had been normal blue was now streaked with red and black. And in the distance, toward the town where Noah and Daisy were, the sky was completely dark. Not night-dark.