Terraria Blood Moon Fishing นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hm. But don't you worry. They can't hear us now. They hide inside the deep of this Castle in this broad day light..." "It bothers them? I thought it didn't affect Lady Demelza..." Lilly tilted her head, remembering yesterday afternoon when Demelza welcomed them herself. "Well, vampire, especially noble blood should not be worry about day light but they do hated it still. It also still affect them if they just went through the Blood Moon." He said that and only made Lilly curious even more. "Okay, wait, what exactly is the Blood Moon?" "It's when the Vampire's nature intinc kick. The Moon turned red for twenty four hours and Vampire must go hunting to statisfy their thirst, for blood..."

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.

Only one single object glimmered in the dark sky and it was the moon. But the moon wasn't silver colored as usual. It was deep red, so deep and bright that it only seemed like a living blood. What was happening? It was still early in the afternoon and yet the sky had closed it's curtains. The only reason for a blood moon to appear in the Crescent Pack was only if the two sacred fishes placed in the Pack's Ephesus had been tampered with but they no longer exist since the attack of the Nightshade warriors and I now took their place which automatically made the strength of Crescent Pack which was a secret only I and Lucius knew about.

I would have been strong enough to fight Darren. More tears fell freely, and the burning feeling at the pit of my stomach returned in a higher degree. The heat from my stomach started rushing to my chest. "Moon Goddess please, protect my little one." I choked out, my breathing coming out in painful pants as I forced myself to stay up on my feet. I looked up from in-between leaves and tree branches at the moon, my bloodshot eyes mirroring the redness of the moon. If the blood moon powers as enough to make Lykos go berserk then it could be powerful enough to shield Hunter from getting harmed in the outlanders camp.

“What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?” While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued, “We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision this time too risky?” Lyra slowly turned the cup in her hand and replied calmly, “Aunt Meala, the Blood Moon territory contains numerous moonstone mines. I’ve heard they have so much that they even use it to decorate their walls.” Meala frowned slightly. A moment of silence stretched between the two women.

Even the feral howls that had plagued the outskirts for weeks faded into an uneasy quiet, as though the creatures themselves were listening. “This isn’t natural,” a woman murmured near the eastern gate. “The Blood Moon,” an old man whispered, gripping his grandson’s shoulder. “My father told me about this. Said it only comes when the balance is breaking.” Above them, the moon loomed, swollen and red, watching. The ocean felt it first. Far from Archview, waves slammed against the coast with sudden violence, crashing higher than the season allowed, clawing at the shore like something trying to pull itself onto land. Fishing boats tore loose from their anchors. Nets snapped. Water flooded paths

His tall figure cut through the air like a blade, and his voice carried easily as he grabbed the mic. “We all know this is what you came for,” Jayson said, smirking slightly. His eyes swept across the crowd like he was already picking out winners and losers. “Tonight’s game is simple: one Alpha, one skilled hunter, and one… let's just say, underdog.” There were a few scattered laughs and a lot of tense silence. I couldn’t tell if Jayson was trying to be clever or if there was something else behind his words. “The moon above us tonight is no ordinary moon,” he went on, his tone darker now. “It’s the Blood Moon. And under its light, the forest changes. The shadows twist. And the prey... is unl

Scar hung back at the stairs, watching the horizon, eyes peeled for any physical threats while the sky itself tried to tear. “What now?” Orion asked. Luna swallowed. “The Blood Moon’s light is a blend,” she said. “Sun through shadow. World and sky. It is touching every reflective surface. Every piece of Stone. If I stand here, at the Temple—the place built as a bridge—I can use the Gate pattern to thread this surge into the land’s bones. Spread it along fault lines we can afford to shake.” “Fault lines like…?” Scar prompted. “The old war grounds,” she said. “The Cinderfield. The empty valleys. The dead Shadow dens. Places already scarred. Better to wake old ghosts than make new ones.”

"These guys aren't hunting by scent anymore. They're getting to track the residual lunar energy on your skin." "How many?" I asked, stepping up to his side, ignoring the white-hot spike of pain in my shoulder. "Four. No... five. They're herding us toward the main avenue." A sharp screech split the night air. A shadow-thrall dropped from the roof, landing on the wet asphalt twenty feet ahead of us. Its red eyes glowed like hot coals through the fog, its long, smoky limbs twitching as its obsidian claws scraped against the ground.

Amber said quickly. Raymond stepped forward and carefully laid her mother onto the center of the platform. The moment her body touched the stone— The light beneath it flared. Bright. Alive. Amber’s breath caught. “What is it doing?” Selene asked. The guide’s voice was calm now. “It is responding to her blood.” Amber stepped closer slowly, her heart pounding. Her mother’s chest rose slightly. Stronger. Color began to return faintly to her skin. Hope surged through Amber so quickly it almost hurt. “It’s helping her,” she said. “Yes,” the guide replied.