The Killing Moon Novel Novels & Stories

She said as if she had not just lifted me up through the air and brought me down in a second. I gulped and tried to recall what I was going to say. “D…dark magic is unholy, it is impure and vile. So we need something holy to kill her and destroy this book.” “What is it?” One of the onlookers asked and I replied. “Us. All of us are created by the Moon Goddess. All of us awaken our wolves under the moonlight. Essentially, we all have traces of moonlight in our blood, in our very soul. So if we all try together, we could destroy the book.”

I curse that damn herb for weaking me this much. "Would you rather me kill you, hmm?" His voice is taunting. My eyes narrowed as I glower at him. He lowered his head so that his lips could reach my ears. "The moon will seek wrath if you are found dead in my arms, En Kara. I will not have my mate in cold blood at the first meeting." My jaw clenched. "Let me go," I ordered, in the calmest timbre I could manage. The sides of his lips curled. He loosened the grip on my arm, and I immediately pulled it but I was stricken again when I felt a tender kiss on my neck, just below the ear. It was a quick peck.

The sanctuary was no longer safe. "The Blood Moon is in three days," I said, my voice trembling. "She’s going to attack the nursery during the eclipse. She wants to trade the children for my soul." Killian looked at his children, who were being watched by Marcus near the entrance. He looked at his burned flesh. Then he looked at me, and I saw the man who had rejected me five years ago finally die, replaced by a King who would move the heavens to protect his own. "Then we don't wait for the moon," Killian said, his voice a low, lethal promise. "If she wants a Queen, we’ll give her one. But we’re going to bring the fire of the sun with us."

"He has been dead for six months. We aren't here to hurt you." The rogue blinks, the manic gold in his eyes violently stuttering. "Dead?" "He's telling the truth," Mara steps forward. She doesn't draw her weapon. Instead, she steps directly into the beam of my flashlight, tilting her chin up to expose the horrific, jagged scar on her neck. "Cassian's traps did this to me. But Blood Moon killed him. We are clearing this territory." The rogue stares at Mara’s scar. The heavy, desperate tension radiating from him suddenly breaks. His half-shifted claws retract into trembling human fingers. His knees buckle slightly, and he falls back against the heavy pantry door, letting out a ragged, sobbing

Kaelen dived into the smoke, grabbing Sera and pulling her back just as the peak of the mountain began to crumble. "Silas!" Sera cried, reaching out into the white light. But Silas was gone. He had chosen to be the anchor that held the gate shut. The Blood Moon began to fade, the red shadow sliding away to reveal the pure, silver light of the moon. The "Wild Hunt" vanished into mist. The silence returned to Oakhaven, but this time, it was peaceful.

Her galaxy eyes reflected the bleeding moon. Luna’s stomach dropped. She’d seen this once before, in Selene’s memories. “A moon only bleeds when its wolf dies choosing wrong.” Valen reached them first, breathing hard. “Three wolves dead last night. Two from the Empty Sky, one from Elena’s school. All of them chose darkness after tasting light.” Kira arrived, scarred face pale. “Their moons turned red at death. Then started bleeding. It’s spreading.” One by one, more moons flickered. Red veins spreading across them like cracks. A dozen. Then fifty. The sky that was full of choice now looked wounded.

Lucien refuses to learn this. He holds onto honor like a drowning man clinging to a stone. I hold onto survival. Survival wins. --- By the time the moon dipped low, my strength had returned fully. My arm no longer burned. My skin no longer felt tight. My mind— my mind was alive with two centuries of new knowledge. Cars. Phones. Cameras. Networks. Lights. Weapons. Systems. Weaknesses. Mortals have built a world of delicate machinery. And I now knew how all of it worked.

A blood moon. A vision, a whisper, a promise. She saw herself, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair ruffled by the wind. A crown of thorns upon her head, and bloodied hands. She was a queen. And she was a killer. You are a weapon, Rhea Mooncrest," echoed the voice of the Moon Goddess within her mind, a harmony of power and wise elder. "You are the blade that will sever the bonds of old. You shall need to walk with darkness to find the light. The blood moon is ascending for you. Choose your path. And then, choose your kill.".

He had killed gods and kings, but you cannot bite smoke. "Varick was right," I whispered, kneeling beside Lyra. I took her small hand in mine. It was ice-cold. "The 'Queen' we killed was just the physical vessel. The essence—the raw, primordial hunger of the First Moon—is still out there. And it’s found a new way in." Kaelen walked over to the window, staring out at the black-ringed moon. "If they can bypass our wards and walk through solid matter, Thorne Manor is no longer a sanctuary. It’s a cage."