Novel & Cerita The Crimson Moth Series Book 2

Because I did not know what else to do, I took it and he led me forward until I could have sworn we were directly under the moon, then he brought out his claws. I flinched slightly, but did not run, there was some kind of power stronger than myself holding me in place, bending my will to his. His eyes were more silver than blue now, and I shivered in fear as he stepped closer to me. With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood.

he whispered. He closed his eyes. The bond between them was faint but not broken. Somewhere, deep inside him, the tie tugged like a string of magic and memory. But so did something else. A pulse. Slow. Heavy. Evil. The Crimson Order had begun to move again. --- The Crimson Order Hidden beneath the ruins of the ancient city Valemourne, a place untouched by time and cursed by blood, the Crimson Order gathered in silence. Candles burned with black flames. The walls were etched with old prophecies, written in the tongues of demons and dead kings.

I can’t when I don’t know where the families have gone. ‘I can assure you the families that have left Blue Ridge have done so willingly. I am Alpha Demetri Black, I am the alpha of Crimson Dawn and the alpha working with Delta Jacobs to get these families out of harm's way. My understanding is Alpha Anderson may be killing wolves with pups in order to create orphans to be used as slaves. Is that true?’ ‘I’m sorry alpha, I’ve said too much. I’ve got to go.’ ‘Wait sweetheart.’ I freeze in place. Shaking hard in fear but there’s something about his voice; his admittance to being the alpha the families are being led to that forces me to stay; to hear him out.

The author’s POV Shadows Before the Ceremony The weeks that followed were a blur of movement, each day sharpening toward the inevitable. The Blood Moon Palace thrummed with life, as if the very stones could feel the weight of the coming union. The Mating Ceremony Preparations Victoria-Ann oversaw every detail of the mating ceremony with the precision of a master tactician. Her voice echoed through the halls as she directed servants to polish silver and string banners, her keen eyes missing nothing. Fabrics of crimson and gold were laid out, threads gleaming like firelight, meant to honor both tradition and the rarity of the bond about to be sealed. Musicians rehearsed until their fingers ble

It looked like someone had left in a hurry… or expected to return. And in the middle of the living room table sat a journal. Black leather. Unlabeled. I hesitated before picking it up. My fingers brushed the cover, and I felt a twinge—like static—or maybe something deeper. I opened the first page. “They follow me at night. Wolves, eyes glowing like fire. I hear them breathing behind the trees. I think they know what I am.” – Elara C. I froze. Wolves? I flipped through more pages. Symbols. Sketches. Half-spells. Moon charts. One line was circled over and over: "The Crimson blood is not a curse. It's a key."

The moon hung low and red outside my window, like a crimson eye watching, waiting. Tomorrow, the Hunt would begin. And with it, my awakening. —

The pack howls again, and this time, it feels like laughter. Blackthorn is whole. The night is ours. And for once, I don’t mind being a little bit immortal. ***End of Book 1*** Thank you so much to all the wonderful people who read this book. These characters have crawled under my skin and set up camp. Knowing I’m not the only one who loves them, warms my heart. Please keep a look-out in the coming weeks for Book 2, where we follow Kieran on his journey to rebuild Silvercrest, and maybe finally find a love of his own. Blood Oath: A Different Kind of Alpha, by Quinn Montclair.

and watch out for this title **Heir of Blood and Moon** *The Blood Moon Cycle, Book Two* ---

This library holds the history of my pack along with great pieces of literature and information on various supernatural species. I had hoped that there would be something about our mark and those wolves somewhere in this library. Though for all I knew, my father had tossed the one book I would need. Crista did it despite the probability of finding the correct book in this sea of books. She found the exact text we needed. Chesed, of course, got off track and was more interested in teasing her looking to spark her heat. ‘As if you don’t want her again.’ Chesed scoffed.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s