The Killing Moon Novel Novels & Stories

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

I had to be careful around Ethan because the moon would be full a few days from now, and I had to remind myself to stay away from him until the new phase of the moon. After what happened, I never wanted to be around him on a Hunter’s Moon.

Silence ensued between us as I tried to wrap my head around the revelation. “Does that mean that she is the bad one, the death bringer, it’s not me?”. Selene didn’t answer, she just picked a flower and played with its petals. I turned away from her and looked out over the pure white landscape. Whiskey is the killer. All those packs, all those Weres. The children, the innocent. How could she do that to them? Why would she do that to them? Is that why she came to Tri-Moon, is she going to kill my pack members, my family? I can’t let that happen.

“He didn't like what the stories said. Or maybe he was, and the stories just left out the blood. He didn’t become Alpha King because the people loved him, Dahlia. He took that crown with claws soaked in blood and teeth bared at anyone who dared challenge him.” I blinked, my heart sinking just a little, though I had heard tales growing up. My parents used to tell me stories at night, especially during the war years. They called it The Dark Moon Phase. I remember the way my mother’s voice would lower like she was whispering to ghosts. “When the moon turned its back on the wolves,” she used to say, “the world bled.” Killian looked up at me then, his voice sharpening with the kind of fury that d

That did it. Damon hesitated, his expression unreadable. “Now?” She forced a small, hesitant nod. “Yes. Now.” Damon glanced at her. Selene’s heart pounded as she stood in the dim glow of the fire, her mind racing with the weight of Killian’s revelation. The last of the Moonfallen. It wasn’t possible. The Moonfallen were a ghost story, a warning told to pups about the dangers of defying the High Council. No one had survived their annihilation—not a single wolf.

But what they gave him. Kael didn't respond, cradling Elian closer, the full moon now fully risen, its crimson-tinged light—blood moon—casting long shadows over the slaughter. The night was far from over, and the true trial had only just begun.

“Fine. Yes, he is my brother and yes, I know that he killed Lee. The reason why he is getting by so freely is he is still on probation and he is being punished.” “What are you talking about?” “The Moon Guardian in the journal you are reading, It’s him. It’s Jinan Kim.” "That-- that cursed guardian is you?" "The Moon Guardian became a God because he killed his own wife and he is being punished." “Yes. That jerk who killed his own sweet and beautiful wife. The cursed Moon Guardian. Isn’t that his journal?” She then remembers her dreams about the girl with black hair that has the same face as her. The things Seolla and Hee Sun told her. The puzzle pieces are coming to her now. They are slowly c

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

“But he died on the night you and Stephen were born. It was under the red moon.” I remember staring at her, confused. How could the moon, something so beautiful and revered, be connected to such a terrible event? Helena, with her kind eyes and worn hands, explained that it was part of our family curse. Just as every generation of the Moonbane family head must be a pair of purest-blooded twins, the male of the twins was always destined to die when the next set of twins was born. I didn’t fully grasp what that meant at the time. I think, deep down, I didn’t want to. It was easier to pretend it was just another story, one of the many legends Helena would tell us before bed.

It came by once in a thousand years, and was very very rare to find the chosen seed that had it. There it was with her sister. There was the crescent moon symbol on her shoulder. She was the chosen one, she was born under the eclipsing moon. She clenched her fists and stopped midway. "Do you want to kill me still?" Nova asked her. She found it weird that she could read her thoughts without any difficulties. It was always hard for her to read her grandmother's, nor that of the man with the crimson eyes she had seen that night. Watching her sister lost in thoughts, she was always quick to grasp whatever it was she said to herself.