The Killing Moon Novel Novels & Stories

The wounds seemed to be healing, but for some reason they stopped. "What is going on? It looks like they were healing until you came over here then it stopped." We stood there for a moment while I noticed a moon tattoo or mark on her right wrist. "Hey, move over here for a bit. I want to see something." "Alright, I am not really sure why but fine." As I moved toward my brother and the light of the moon hits her back and not only did the mark on her wrist glowed, but her back started healing once more.

"You think you can protect her? You’ll doom your entire pack. And she can't never speak" Moonbane? The room remained stilled. Even Killian froze. Moonbane was a myth—a werewolf cursed by the moon goddess to bring ruin. A creature who couldn’t be saved. Couldn’t love. Could only destroy. And Micah had just accused me of being it. Before anyone could speak, Micah had pulled something from his belt—it was a vial of glowing, filled with golden dust. He threw it to the ground, and a blinding flash erupted from it, throwing me back as I watched the outcome. I screamed as the light flashed through my eyes, but when I blinked through the haze the pain was unbearable for me as I was left no other tha

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

I sat on the steps leading down to the pavement and turned my head up to the sky. The moon was full, gracing us mere mortals with her light. As a halfbreed I had many shortcomings as a werewolf. I couldn't turn into an actual wolf. I didn't feel the pull of the moon and I didn't have a mate. I was destined to spend eternity alone. Spoiler Alert, I was exaggerating. I could find love, I could get married but there was just something about the thought of predestined love that held on to me and wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let it go. The thought of that perfect romance…was just a dream. I sighed suddenly, feeling sober. I stood to my feet and felt the dizziness return. I paused for a while until

That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him. Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.” "All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch."

It looked like her eye conversation with Zion was done. “Yeah, the moon. He wants to kill the moon.” Jane sighed, looking visibly weak. “Oh fuck!” Michelle sighed, and I turned to look at her. “What is it?” Thane asked. “In the last book I read, the moon signifies all wolf lives, and if the moon is dead, we cease to exist. That's why we are most powerful on the nights of full moons.” Michelle said. “That's why he wants to possess Franklin on the night of a full moon.” Thane said, and the realization hit all of us.

For what? Why? I look at the Luna. Was this how she got away with killing wolves? Sacrificing them to the moon? The moon answers, pale and merciless, its light bent through the stones until the carved symbols Selene lies on are suspended in the air, giving the illusion it has swallowed them. I look at the wolves witnessing this and hate that I didn’t sketch their faces to memory. They all deserve to die. I hate the dark. Tonight it isn’t friendly. It took both my hope and my power.

“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.”

VALERIA The book fell from my hands and landed on the floor with a thud. The last time I was this petrified was when I was hiding, watching my parents being murdered. And I felt like because all things were pointing towards the same thing happening to me, getting killed by a werewolf that hated the existence of vampires for some reason. The feeling of someone touching my shoulder had me jerking away, triggering my instinct to fight. But it was just Marcello's concerned face that I saw when I turned. His eyebrows were furrowed as he observed me carefully, then he asked,