The Moon Rises In The Novels & Stories

--- 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.

“And what do the witches use that for?” “Well, it’s hard to explain, and I haven’t figured out why yet, but the only time this constellation in particular is visible is in the weeks leading up to the sacred lunar eclipse. It’s a massive deal in Moonrise, trust me.” I click the remote three more times, zooming in and out. “During the lead up to the lunar eclipse, witch magic wanes severely. Some believe it’s directly tied to the moon, but I can’t find a rational reason for that to be true… so far. So I’m studying it.” “You made this?”

The moon is rising with the stars slowly appearing, replacing the bright sun, bringing darkness in the land of Shi no Ji. Keisuke displayed a smirk, his eyes focused on the moon. When it shines the brightest like how he once saw it on the mortal world, it will be time to close the curtains.

Selene murmured. Captain Mira studied me carefully. "You're saying your wolf has only just awakened?" "Think so." Ronan's gaze remained sharp. "And we're supposed to believe that timing is a coincidence." Kael's voice dropped. "That's enough." But Ronan continued. "The rogues appeared the same night she arrived." "I noticed that too," Marcus admitted. The room grew tense. For a moment it felt like the air itself had grown heavier. I felt every suspicious glance. Every doubt.

The King turned his attention to him again, the weight of authority creeping into his tone. “Tonight isn’t just another feast,” he said. “You know that, don’t you?” Alaric didn’t respond right away. Then, quietly, “Isn’t it the usual double moon festival?” The King shook his head once. “No. It’s the Decade Rise.” Alaric’s eyes flicked toward him. “The twin moons show together twice a year, yes,” the King went on. “But only once in ten— sometimes fifteen— years, do they rise the way they will tonight. Silver and red. One like bone. The other like blood.”

"About my mother." Everything in me went still. "My mother," Selene said, voice trembling for the first time, "wasn’t just my mother, Kaelis. She was a Bloodmoon carrier too. The one before you. The one the network erased so completely I never even knew, until three days ago."

When he didn’t continue, she frowned. “Are you going to explain that or am I supposed to figure it out myself?” Kael rubbed the back of his neck. For some reason discussing Hollowfangs was easier than this conversation. “Mates are…” He paused. Nova smirked. “Wow. This is actually making you uncomfortable.” “It isn’t.” “It is.” “It isn’t.” “It really is.” Kael shot her a look. Unfortunately, she was smiling now. The traitor. Finally, he sighed. “Mates are two people connected by the Moon.”

The moon looms large in the sky. I have seen it for the last few days, a little fuller each day, sometimes even visible before nightfall. It hangs like a pocket watch, steadily keeping the pace, the arms of time racing towards midnight, the rhythmic tics of a bomb about to explode. The full moon is only a few days away.

Liam POV I sit in the coldness of the night and stare out onto the lake, watching the ripples cross the water. That's when I see the reflection of the moon in the sky. Our so-called powerful Moon Goddess hangs in the sky looking down on us. She is currently in crescent form and grinning down on us like a malicious Cheshire cat.

The only source of light was the luminous moon, its coruscating rays lending an air of mysticism. When the full orb of the moon reached its highest peak, Liam threw his head back and howled. A haunting tone, one that spoke of his loneliness, that spoke of regret, that wished with every breath for a companion, a tone that hid a melancholy, hoping that it would one day be answered by an equal. That would not be today. Today, all that answered his call were groans of pain and the gasps from the spectators gathered around. The kids were changing. Liam watched carefully, making sure each of the little ones was coming though alright. For some reason he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.