The Blood Moon Rises Once Again Botw Novels & Stories

But first, we had to survive the night. I leaned my head against the window, watching the moon rise higher in the sky—full and bright and beautiful. A blood moon, I realized. How fitting. The battle for Crestfall had truly begun. And I had the sinking feeling that before this was over, a lot more blood would be spilled. To be continued...

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

I said slowly, “have been playing both sides. They created the curse. They killed Nyx. And now they’ve been waiting—for me to either be reborn, or destroyed.” Kael’s grip tightened around my hand. “Then they’ll have to get through me first.” I looked at him—and for a second, our bond burned so bright I could almost see it. “Then get ready, Kael. Because war is coming.” Thunder cracked overhead. And in the distance, across every mountain, every ridge— Wolves began to howl. Long. Low. Filled with dread. The Blood Moon had risen. And so had I.

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

"The red moon is one of the curses of Azira. It happens once every two years, and it drains us Lycans of our energy rendering us powerless. Poachers use this opportunity to infiltrate the kingdom to kill us and steal our riches. It's a horrible thing, my lady. " 'The red sky, the corpses, and the armored men. Was that nightmare a revelation of this curse?' I questioned myself as I recalled the events of my nightmares. Was it a revelation? If so then I have to warn Kaelan immediately, but chances are that he was already aware of everything. I paused for a while before asking, "This blood moon, when does it rise?" "Since the poachers have begun making a move, it's likely to be on the next full

Young couples exchange tokens of love beneath the glowing moon. Yet, I can’t relax. My gaze keeps darting to Damon, to Cain, to Garrett, who I’m sure is here somewhere waiting patiently for the right moment. By the time the toasts begin, the children have all fallen asleep, sprawled out on blankets near the shrine. Pack members gather around the shrine. Damon raises his goblet, his voice carrying over the crowd. “To the Moon Goddess, who watches over us all. May her light guide us through darkness.” Earlier, I subtly switched his goblet with Cain's and no one noticed.

"Above this ridge, our empires are hunting for corpses. They think we are dead, or worse, hiding in a ditch. But tomorrow evening... tomorrow evening the moon will bleed. The celestial alignment is absolute. The Blood Eclipse will find us." Astrid shifted, her powerful arms wrapping completely around Carmilla’s waist, pulling the vampire commander flush against her chest in a deep, unyielding hug. She buried her face into the silky, dark waves of Carmilla’s hair, inhaling the intoxicating, thick scent of dead winter roses that had finally returned to her skin.

I watched helplessly as blood poured from her wound, and I didn’t need to go to her to know she was dead before her body hit the ground. “No!” She was needed to perform the spell to transfer the power and life essence back into Atlas. I was on to Remus within seconds. “What is that saying about a woman scorned?” My claws extended before I pushed them into his chest, ripping his heart out and crushing it into my hands, relishing in the way the life went out of his eyes. “Well, nevermind. You’re dead.” His body made a loud thump as it fell to the floor, but he would not be given a second thought.

Orion kissed the side of her head. “You are impossible,” he murmured. “I thought we established that,” she replied. They sat there, in the cooling pool, under a reddened but quieting Moon, while below, packs howled questions and thanks and fear. The forest, battered but standing, rustled in a new key. The Blood Moon had risen. It had tried to tear. Luna had said no. Or rather: *Not like that.* Through her, through the Stone, through the web of old scars and deeper roots, the surge had been tamed.