Daughter of the Moon blood

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Daughter of the Moonblood A secret lineage. A cursed scar. A war written in the stars. When Aria Hale stumbles upon a mangled body deep in the forest and glimpses a silver-eyed wolf, her world begins to unravel. Haunted by strange dreams and marked by a crescent-shaped scar, she soon discovers a truth that was buried with her parents-she belongs to an ancient werewolf bloodline thought to be extinct. Drawn into a hidden world beneath her own, Aria is thrust into the Hollow, a secret society of werewolves bound by oath, prophecy, and war. There, she meets Luca Blackthorn, a mysterious warrior who sees more than he says-and seems bound to her fate. As her powers awaken and secrets rise, Aria learns of the Moonblood, a lost lineage tied to the moon's magic... and to a prophecy that could save or shatter their kind. But in the shadows, a broken Alpha gathers power. The Burned Ones are rising, and the blood in Aria's veins may be the key to their salvation-or their doom. In a world of ancient magic, shifting loyalties, and forbidden love, Aria must decide: will she run from her fate... or embrace the wolf within?

Mystery Fantasy

Chapter 5 Whispers of the Moonblood

05-18 03:37

Chapter 1 The Blood in the Woods

The forest was always silent in the early hours, but today it was a different kind of silence-heavy, suffocating, almost waiting. The air was thick with the scent of pine, moss, and something metallic that didn't belong. Fog clung to the ground like a whisper of ghosts, twisting through the roots of the ancient oaks and curling around fallen branches like serpents. A crow cawed in the distance, then fell silent as if it, too, sensed what lay ahead.

Aria Hale pulled her hoodie tighter around her as she moved deeper into Black Hollow Woods. Her breath came out in little puffs, visible against the chilly morning air. The sun had not yet risen, and only a dull grey light filtered through the trees. She shouldn't have been out here-not alone, not this early-but sleep had abandoned her again, and her feet had led her to the one place that always helped her think.

But today, the woods felt wrong.

She paused at the edge of the stream that wound like a silver thread through the trees, crouching to touch the cold water. It should have brought her peace. Instead, a ripple of unease crawled up her spine. That's when she smelled it.

Blood.

Not the kind from a wounded animal. No. This was sharp, iron-rich, unmistakable. Human blood.

Her heart quickened. She straightened slowly, every sense suddenly alert. The birds were gone. The usual forest chorus had gone mute. The silence screamed.

Then she saw it-a dark shape sprawled at the base of a cedar tree about thirty yards ahead.

She hesitated. Every instinct screamed to turn and run, but her feet moved forward before her mind could stop them. Her boots crunched softly against the frost-covered leaves. The smell grew stronger, cloying, sticking to the back of her throat.

The body belonged to a man.

He was middle-aged, dressed in a park ranger's uniform, and his throat had been ripped open. Blood soaked the ground around him, glistening darkly in the pale light. His eyes were still open, wide and frozen in terror.

Aria clamped a hand over her mouth.

Then she heard it-the snap of a branch behind her.

She spun around, heart hammering. Nothing. Just trees, shadows, fog.

She took a step back, then another, trying not to look at the body again. Her mind raced. Should she call the police? Her phone was in her pocket, but her hands were shaking too much to grab it.

Another crack. Closer this time.

Then, out of the mist, a shape emerged.

It was large, too large for any normal animal. At first glance, she thought it might be a bear, but then it stepped forward-and she saw eyes. Bright, intelligent, burning like molten gold.

A wolf.

But wolves didn't grow that big.

Its fur was black as midnight, darker than the shadows it moved through, and it rippled with muscle beneath the thick coat. It stared at her, motionless, head tilted slightly as if studying her. Judging.

Aria froze. Her breath caught. The wolf wasn't snarling. It didn't attack. It simply watched.

Then-

It blinked. Slowly. As if acknowledging her.

And then it was gone, vanishing into the trees with barely a sound.

Aria stood rooted to the spot, blood pounding in her ears. She didn't know how long she stayed there before her fingers found her phone. Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke into it.

"There's a body," she said. "In the woods."

She turned and ran.

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When the authorities arrived, the body was still there, but there was no sign of the wolf. They questioned Aria, asked why she was out so early. She gave them half-truths: insomnia, a walk to clear her head. They didn't press. Not yet.

But the whispers began immediately.

Black Hollow had always been a town with secrets. It clung to its history like ivy on crumbling stone. People didn't speak of the old stories anymore, not aloud-but they remembered.

They remembered the warnings about the woods. About what lived in them.

Back at home, Aria stood under a scalding shower, scrubbing at her skin as if she could wash away the image of the blood, the wolf, those eyes. But she couldn't. Because something had changed.

Later that night, as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her mind racing, the fog of sleep finally began to pull at her.

And in her dream, the wolf returned.

It stood at the edge of the forest, eyes glowing, and this time it spoke.

Not in words, but in feeling.

You are not who you think you are.

Aria woke up gasping, heart racing, sweat slicking her skin.

Outside, the full moon hung heavy in the sky, and somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled.

Not a dream. A beginning.