Blood Moon Awakening: Part 1
Elara stood at the center of the ancient stone circle, her bare feet cold against the ritual bed draped in black silk and moonlit herbs. The blood moon hung low and swollen in the sky, casting a crimson glow over the clearing. Two of her coven sisters—Lira and Selene—flanked her, chanting softly while their high priestess, Mira, completed the circle with salt and blood.
“This is dangerous, Elara,” Mira warned, her voice tight. “Awakening something sealed for centuries could kill us all. Your mother’s curse won’t wait forever, but this…”
“I know the risks,” Elara replied, her voice steady even as her heart hammered. She was twenty-eight, a lunar witch with fire in her veins and desperation in her soul. Her mother lay dying back at the coven house, the curse e
