The Moon Rises In The Novels & Stories

The full moon was slowly rising in the sky, its light bathing the sanctuary in an ethereal glow. We knew tonight would be different, charged with a special energy that could change everything. Kessler had briefly spoken about what was to come, but now, with the full moon nearly at its zenith, the moment was approaching.

I had said I thought I needed to do this particular thing alone and he had said he understood and had pressed my hand once and had meant both things and nothing further had been required. The cliff at dusk was cold and the spring sky was clear in a way that promised the full moon would rise clean and unobstructed. I sat on the flat rock and I watched the sun finish its descent and I waited. The moon came up over the eastern ridge at twenty past eight. It cleared the tree line fully at half past. And something happened.

Tristan moved closer to the doorway, tension replacing his earlier confidence. “What are you talking about?” Blake’s gaze lifted toward the ceiling as the tremor deepens. “The Blood Moon.” The words fell heavy between us. “It does not rise for several more nights.” Another rumble shook the ground. Stronger this time. Closer. And somewhere above the archive walls— The Blood Moon began to rise. Too early.

Low, mournful, but full of power. Raymond and I stood together, watching as the first rays of the blood moon began to rise, faster than expected. The world around us seemed to hold its breath, waiting. One night remained. And I knew, deep down, that whatever happened next would change everything.

"Let them settle into the gorge. Let them think they’ve already won." We waited ten agonizing minutes as the first rays of gray winter light broke over the peaks of the northern mountains. Cassian raised a massive iron standard, signaling the start of the advance. The Blood Moon vanguard let out a deafening, unified roar that shook the frost from the canyon walls, beginning their march toward the inner Ashmoor territory. "Now," I breathed. I stepped off the outcropping, dropping twenty feet onto the valley floor with Lucian right beside me. We didn't land quietly. The moment my boots hit the frozen dirt, a concussive wave of crystalline silver light burst outward in a thirty-foot radius.

Amber looked at the sun and gasped with horror again. Lucifer looked at what she is looking and was shocked as well. "The moon is rising," he said with confusion. It's been just a few minutes since they saw the sun, which was yet to go down on the west. But how did the moon raised so fast? Lucifer thought. As they looking at the moon rise high in the sky, they noticed with horror, the waves rising higher and higher by the second. "Come, let's go" Lucifer urged her. Amber blindly followed him as she looked in horror at the waves, which are coming higher and higher.

I just stood there, gripping the empty tray as everyone around me raised their glasses and drank. Julian laughed and clinked his glass with Jace’s, and just watching them made my heart race, thudding wildly against my ribs. I had to look away before anyone noticed me staring. As soon as the toast ended, the music and chatter resumed, louder than before. I was about to grab another tray when a long, low horn cut through the night, and everything fell silent. The sound signaled that the full moon had finally risen. Every single head, including mine, tilted toward the sky.

Pale yellow lilies with great star-shaped blooms, speckled with pink, bloomed from the snow. I knew these flowers. They’d been my mother’s favorites. She’s called them Rising Moon Lilies. She’d grown them in the garden when I was younger, and she’d told me that they were drops of light the moon had left behind when it was closest to the earth. The rising moon was always yellow because it was coming up from the soil, and it would shed that dim yellow light back to the ground before rising, naked and pure, back into the sky. She said they were a sign of awakening. Of the dawning of a good night.

The moon rose like a wound in the sky—red, bloated, and watching. It wasn’t full yet. That would come in four days. But tonight marked the edge of the turning, the cusp of the convergence. The night the magic would either bend to our will… or break us entirely.

The next crescent was the first revelation of the moon during the period when it grew into a full moon. The moon's appearance meant meetings for the packs and all pending communal events were held within. This, however, wasn't a special time than when she the moon, wore her yellow dress as a full orb, sailing her way through the clouds.