The Killing Moon Novel Novels & Stories

The fact that the moon priestess told him that she might be in danger gave him some bone chilling. He needs to find her as fast as he could. “Violet was also murdered. Or else, she could have been a great help in solving this issue. The pack is slowly turning into something else, they actually dared to murder an elder, frame my Luna right under my nose. I promise I will make the perpetrator pay for his crimes.” Killian mumbled, fuming with anger as he tightened his fists together. “One more thing…” the moon priestess stopped to register the look on his face.

Secrets I had preserved in silence, for Kimberly’s sake. I lit a candle and pulled a journal from its hiding place. The pages were worn, the ink fading, but the words were burned into my memory: The Blood Moon’s chosen shall bear the shadow and the light. She will be the end of one reign and the beginning of another. I pressed a trembling hand against the page. My wife had believed these words. She had told me Kimberly was destined for more than this pack, more than Derrick. I hadn’t believed her. Not then. But now…

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's corpse hung low, a bloated specter leaching color from the sky. Its craters pulsed like open wounds, and the sea beneath it had gone still, a black mirror reflecting its rot. The *Kinslayer* cut through the water, its heartstone hull groaning as if mourning the world it sailed toward. Selene's wolves clustered at the bow, their star-metal blades glinting like shards of dead constellations. Rhydian stood apart, his serpents restless beneath his skin, their scales shimmering with a light that matched the moon's sickly glow.

Selene read that paragraph again. Then again. It is not a burden. It is an inheritance. "Easy for you to say," she said to the page. Then she immediately felt guilty for saying it. Then said it again anyway. The Spirit Killers will come for you. They may have already come. They have been hunting Moon-touched blood for three centuries, not to destroy it. To use it. To feed off it the way parasites feed. Our power doesn't diminish when they take it. It multiplies. Which makes us the most valuable thing they have ever found and the most dangerous thing they have ever feared.

“You’re too weak to lead. When the full moon comes, the clans will reject you. A new Alpha will rise.” I didn’t know what any of that meant. Clans? Full moon? Reject? But the way Kieran’s jaw clenched made it clear he knew exactly what she meant. And then—he snapped her neck. Just like that. One second she was talking, the next she was a heap on the floor. My heart dropped. I felt sick. Not because she didn’t deserve it—I mean, she literally tried to kill me—but… he didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t flinch.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

I tried to block it out, to let myself float, but Kieran's raging demands pulled me back to the land of the living. "Tell me the truth, Selene!" I lifted my head, blear-eyed. "I don't— " my throat was sore from screaming. "I don't know what you're talking about." The whip descended again. I gagged on a sob. Somewhere outside the dungeon's little, barred window, the sky had gone dark to a deep crimson. A Blood Moon. How fitting. How symbolic. I was going to die under a Blood Moon. Kieran exhaled a rough breath, stepping back, his expression changing from anger to frustration. He was wearing thin.

But judging by what Rosemary told Lia, we needed to go, and we needed to do it fast. Flashback: “A dark red moon would be rising in the sky in twenty-one days. It would be the second of its kind in the past ten centuries. The first moon which has created the first ever Lycan.” Rosemary said, looking at Lia who frowned. “The red moon would be a full one, despite having a full moon the night before, there would be the Lycan’s moon. If Killian is not dead on the night of that moon, another Lycan somewhere would be born, giving them the chance of rising again, and that is something that we want to prevent.”

“I’m not asking you to understand. I’m just asking for the chance to end it the right way.” Celeste studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Silas’s jaw tensed, but after a long pause, he gave a curt nod. “You have until the next moon,” he said. “After that, the bounty becomes a kill order.” Grayson flinched, but nodded back. Then the Council began to shift again, voices rising, chairs scraping, the air buzzing with quiet resolutions and private conversations. The worst was over. But the aftermath had only begun. **