
Blood Moon Mating Ceremony
The Offering of the Blood Moon
In the savage and intoxicating kingdom of the Legion, the Blood Moon does not simply rise it awakens a hunger that demands to be satisfied... by flesh, by fire, by fate.
Kiana was raised to hate the beasts and fear the shadows, to believe that being taken meant losing everything. But when she is torn from her village and delivered into the arms of Silas, the Alpha King, she discovers the truth is far more dangerous
Her greatest threat is not death.
It's the way her body betrays her in his presence.
Silas is dominance carved into living form iron muscle, quiet authority, and a darkness that wraps around her like a slow, suffocating promise. He is a king who does not ask, He takes,He commands, He owns, Yet the one woman who should fall at his feet dares to meet his gaze, challenge his control, and ignite something wild beneath his carefully restrained power.
And Silas... does not walk away from what tempts him.
Their connection is immediate. Violent. Addictive.
Every clash of words burns hotter than the last. Every step closer feels like crossing a line neither of them can uncross. The tension between them coils tight, thick with heat and unspoken hunger, until even the air feels too heavy to breathe.
In the quiet shadows of the royal chambers, where the moonlight spills like liquid silver across bare skin, resistance begins to crack. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him as he closes in, his presence overwhelming, his touch slow and deliberate-like he already knows exactly how she'll respond.
And she does.
Every time.
His hands don't just touch they linger. Claim. Promise.
Every brush of his lips is not gentle... it's consuming.
And when his mouth finds the sensitive curve of her neck, Kiana's defiance falters, her breath catching as something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous rises to the surface an aching, restless need she cannot fight, no matter how hard she tries.
Because this is not just desire.
It is a bond that burns.
A pull that tightens.
A hunger that refuses to be denied.
Yet the closer they get, the more dangerous the line becomes.
Between control... and surrender.
Between hatred... and craving.
Between captor... and something far more consuming.
Because under the Blood Moon, nothing is ever halfway.
And once you're claimed...
There is no escape.
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Chapter 5
The final night had arrived, and the sky was no longer blue or purple, but it was a dark, bruised gray that felt like it was pressing down on the roofs of our houses. The elders opened the heavy iron doors of the Great Hall and led the thirty of us out into the village square, but we were not the same girls who had entered a week ago, for most were walking with their heads down and their eyes looking at nothing. The village had built a massive bonfire in the center of the square, and the flames were leaping so high that they licked at the dark air, creating a circle of orange light that was meant to be a celebration of our sacrifice. This was the "Thank You" party, a night where the villagers were told to dance and eat and be merry, but as I looked at the faces of the people I had known my whole life, I saw only the reflection of their own guilt and fear.
"Eat, dance, and hold your loved ones close," Elder Bram shouted over the roar of the fire, and he gestured toward the long tables filled with roasted meats and sweet cakes that the village had spent days preparing. "Tonight, we thank these thirty brave daughters of Ariath, for they are the wall that keeps us safe, and we must send them off with joy so the treaty remains strong. Enjoy your last hours with your families, for the beasts are already circling the village walls, and the wind tells me that it will soon be time for the final walk to the Edge."
The words "last hours" hit me like a physical blow to the stomach, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine because I knew how final this was. As I stood near the flames, I thought about Elara, my best friend who had been taken in the ceremony five years ago. Elara was the one who had taught me how to be rebellious and how to ask the questions that made the elders angry, for she never believed that we should just be sheep for the wolves. We had met in the woods a month before her own ceremony, and we had sat by a hidden stream, promising each other that we would never bow down to the beasts. We had made a secret plan that if she was taken, she would find a way to return to the village and tell us the truth about the forest, but five years had passed, and no one had heard even a whisper from her.
As I was lost in my thoughts, two people pushed through the crowd toward me, and I recognized them as Elara's parents, their faces looking older and more tired than they did when their daughter was still home. Her mother reached out and grabbed my hand, and she pressed a small, heavy silver pendant into my palm, her eyes filled with a desperate kind of hope that made my heart ache. "Kiana, please," she whispered, her voice shaking with a sob she was trying to hide. "If you see our Elara in that dark place, give her this family pendant, for we want her to always remember who she is and that her family still loves her. We haven't heard from her since the night she was snatched, but if anyone can find her and survive, it is you."
"I will find her," I promised, closing my fingers tightly over the cold silver, and I felt a new fire of determination burning inside me. "Elara and I promised we would not be silent, and if she is still out there, I will give her this, and we will find a way to honor the promise we made by the stream."
I saw my own mother and Mara standing near the edge of the crowd, and I pushed away from Elara's parents until I could wrap my arms around my family, feeling the way Mara was shaking against my side. My father was there too, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, and though he did not speak, I could see the way his jaw was working as he stared at the dark forest that was waiting for us.
"They are already out there, Kiana," my mother whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of a fiddle player who was trying to play a happy tune that no one wanted to hear. "The elders say the Beast Legion is so close that they can hear our laughter, and they are just waiting for the moon to turn red so they can claim their debt. Please, my daughter, do not fight them tonight, for I want to remember you as you are now, and I do not want the last thing you see to be a claw or a tooth because you were too stubborn to stay silent."
"I cannot promise you that, Mother," I said, and I reached into my thin white dress to touch the family pendant and the small silk pouch she had given me. "I will say my goodbyes, and I will walk to the Edge because I have no choice, but I will not pretend that I am happy to be a sacrifice for a village that is too afraid to stand on its own two feet. Look at them, Mother, they are dancing while they prepare to give us away, and they are eating while they know we will never be seen or heard from again after the sun goes down."
My father finally stepped closer, and for a moment, the anger in his eyes softened into something that looked like real pain, but his voice was still stiff and hard when he spoke. "You have always been a difficult girl, Kiana, but you are my daughter, and I hope the forest is kinder to you than you think it will be. Do not look back when you reach the grass, for the beasts do not like it when their prizes try to cling to the world of men, and it is better for everyone if you just let go and disappear into the dark without a struggle."
"I am not a prize, Father, and I will never let go of who I am," I told him, looking him straight in the eyes until he was the one who had to turn away. "You may be okay with me disappearing, but I am going to make sure that whatever beast takes me knows exactly who I am, and I will not be a nameless ghost that you can forget."
The mood of the party shifted suddenly when the moon began to rise higher in the sky, and we all watched as a thin sliver of red began to bleed across its silver surface. The laughter died down, the music stopped, and a terrible, heavy silence fell over the square as the bonfire began to burn low into glowing red coals. The Village Head stepped forward, his face pale in the red moonlight, and he held up a silver bell that he rang only once.
"The time has come," he announced, and his voice was full of a fear that he could no longer hide. "The Blood Moon is full, and the treaty must be paid, so we must lead these thirty daughters to the Edge where the watchers are waiting. Do not follow us, and do not look toward the trees, for the snatching will be fast, and once they cross the boundary, they belong to the King of the Beast forever."
I felt Mara's fingers slip from mine as my mother pulled her back, and the sound of families sobbing at once was the most terrible thing I had ever heard. I stood with the other girls, our white dresses glowing like bone in the red moonlight, and I felt a strange, cold calm settle over my heart. I didn't cry, but I reached down to feel the small, sharp blade in my dress and the silver pendant in my hand. The elders thought this was the end of our lives, and my father thought I should be silent, but as we began to walk toward the dark wall of trees, I knew that this was the start of a fight that Elara had prepared me for. The beasts were waiting, but I was not going to disappear without a trace.
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9.6
"We shouldn't be doing this, Jax," I release a shaky breath, my eyes half-shut, my mouth partially open as I fight the burning desire that is threatening to burn me whole.
"I know. I know. But I can't seem to hold back the desire no matter how hard I fight it. It's consuming me, Eliana. I want you so bad. Every single part of you. Everything. Right now, right here." He said, his hot breath fanning my face and sending a forbidden shiver down my spine.
"Please tell me you want me too. You want me as badly as I want you. Tell me that your body is burning for me to touch you..." I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart. He knows damn well that I want him as much as he wants me and he was daring me to say it loud.
God, I hate that I want him so badly.
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After her boyfriend, Ethan, betrayed her after years of helping him with hockey training and being a supportive girlfriend, Eliana decides to make him pay.And only person who can help Eliana revenge against her scum ex-boyfriend is her Stepbrother, Jackson Harrison, her ex-boyfriend's biggest team rivalry.
Eliana has no choice but to team up with her Stepbrother in order to defeat her ex-boyfriend's hockey team. Eliana makes a deal with her Stepbrother Jackson. She'll help Jackson to learn Ethan's weaknesses and he agrees to the deal because it's beneficial to him too. He really needs to win against Ethan's team to qualify for the champions.
The Deal is simple and straight to the point, and Eliana is so focused to get revenge against her ex-boyfriend.
However, what Eliana never realized was that she had made a deal with the devil...

8.1
Racheal Angelo never wanted a new life, a new house, or a new family. She just wanted the life she was used to, but when her mother marries the cold, manipulative, powerful attorney Simon Adams to escape financial ruin, Racheal is forced into a mansion she wants no part of.
What she didn't expect was the nightmare waiting at the top of the stairs- Thane Adams, her new stepbrother. The same sinfully irresistible stranger she had a reckless, heartbreak-fueled hookup with the night she caught her boyfriend, Raymond cheating.
What begins as tension and denial soon becomes a desire neither of them can control. But in a house full of secrets, lies, hidden agendas, and a father who will ruin anyone who threatens his legacy and reputation... falling for each other isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. A love born in the dark may cost them everything, even their family, their future, and each other.

8.3
Sandra was a mistress: a temporary escape for billionaire David Kingsley.
But in the shadows of his study, "temporary" turned into a dangerous addiction.
When David brutally casts her back into the poverty she fought to escape, Sandra plays her final card: a lie about a pregnancy to keep him tied to her.
The lie becomes a terrifying reality just as David announces his "perfect" life is expanding with a child of his own.
Now, Sandra isn't just a discarded mistress; she's a woman with a secret that could topple an empire.
How far will a woman go when she has nothing left to lose but the life growing inside her?

8.5
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out.
I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess.
In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive.
I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future.
"I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring."
I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped.
As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral.

9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
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There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.

8.2
In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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"Yes please." She begs.
"Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
"Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me."
"Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come."
I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so."
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
"Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie."
"Please, please let me come My King." She pleads.
"Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good."
I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."