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The Hunter’s Blood Moon

Prologue

I gripped the very edge of the stage, unable to wipe the beaming grin off my slightly-sweaty face, my chest heaving as the audience and I belted out the lyrics to ‘Cirice.’ Hearing sensitivity be damned, I would have gladly gone deaf if it meant I got the closest spot to the stage—the closest spot to him—as possible. I looked left to right, still no security guards to be seen, and yet nobody took the opportunity to climb onto the stage and join the performance, especially when he, Papa Emeritus III, was the lead vocalist. My heels bounced up and down with each boom of Pebble’s drums, the heavy shredding of Omega and Alpha on their respective guitars—it was still difficult to tell which Ghoul was which without their instruments—but my eyes stayed completely focused on the main lead himself.

I had no idea what the hell happened, but when Papa Emeritus II disappeared from Ghost and Papa III took over, it was like a switch just flipped on inside me. Seeing Secondo in his full Papa regalia? Awesome, and kind of funny considering his resemblance to a certain canine-named American singer; he’s nicknamed Mr. Worldwide for a reason. But seeing Terzo? With his raven-black hair, his classy black coat, and his white button-down? My heart had never fluttered so fast before, I had never squealed so loudly or flapped my hands so hard whenever photos and videos of him cropped up online or on the news, and even though I had wanted to see Ghost live since ninth grade, as soon as I graduated with my two-year film degree and got my first job at a local bookstore, my motivation cranked up to an eleven as soon as I found out that they—he—would play live in my town.

Terzo had just become my newest celebrity crush.

I didn’t give a single shit about any of the concert recordings I’d seen on YouTube anymore, nothing could have compared to hearing him in person. Whenever he held his microphone and sang, from ‘Year Zero’ to ‘Mummy Dust’—especially ‘Mummy Dust’; fuck, I’ll never get his raw sexual energy during that song out of my head—the sheer amount of confidence radiating from him had me falling head-over-heels, my heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out, my cheeks heating up so much to the point where I probably looked like a tomato or a seedless strawberry. And judging by the comments I’d seen other fans post on the Internet, I wasn’t the only one having a reaction like that.

Some very eager fans shoved past me and squealed right in my ear when Terzo swept past his boyfriend Omega, and the reason why clicked in my head as soon as the music drastically stopped, his voice lowered to a near-whisper, and his gorgeous mismatched eyes scanned the entire front row of the crowd. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t stop the short scream that tore from my throat, my right hand among others reaching past the edge of the stage as the audience either screamed for Papa or belted out the important lines for that part of the song.

A lucky fan was about to get Cirice’d.

My heart practically stopped as soon as Terzo’s gaze landed on the rabid fans around me, his lips curling into a devious smirk, making my cheeks burn and sending the women surrounding me into an absolute frenzy. The anxious lump immediately grew in my chest, my knees trembled, and my shyness kicked in as I slowly drew my hand away from the stage. There were already so many hands reaching for him, I didn’t think he would notice one missing. Terzo glanced at each frothing member of his congregation, strolling up and down; I’m pretty sure some ‘Wet Floor’ signs would be put around the place once the area got cleared out, I’d have to keep my eyes on the ground just to be sure I don’t slip and fall and potentially break my neck.

He started to approach a fan to my left…

And stopped.

Right in front of me.

I felt my pulse begin racing throughout my entire body, the flush on my cheeks reaching down to the back of my neck as the audience members next to me kept their hands towards Terzo. He looked down, directly at my withdrawn hand as I held it against my chest.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

He looked back up at me…

…got down on his left knee…

…held out his hand…

…and his smile easily put an angel’s to shame.

Holy fuck.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’M GETTING CIRICE’D!!!

Before I knew it, my fingertips met the soft fabric of Terzo’s gloved palm, and his fingers curled around mine, his thumb brushing the back of my hand as he tugged me closer to him. While my brain short-circuited and the ball of shyness threatened to explode in my chest, my other hand tried and failed to cover up and cool down the blush on my left cheek. My head was on the verge of overheating, but an airiness settled itself along with the heat as I looked up at Terzo. He knelt right in front of me, my hand in his as the Ghouls started playing again, his voice so clear and pretty as he sang the main chorus of the song. The corners of my mouth curled into a timid smile, and I could only look away for a few seconds before my eyes found his again, the anxiety wearing down and changing into a bubbly, giddy sort of shyness with a ton of suppressed excitement just short of bursting. My very first Ghost ritual, and I got to hold hands with Papa Emeritus III.

I couldn’t wait to gush about it to Elijah and Allison.

He pulled me closer, my stomach beginning to press against the edge of the stage, and I was more than certain that he, the Ghouls, and the audience could see the imaginary pink and red cartoon hearts floating around my head and popping like bubbles. Anticipation fluttered in my chest, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better than they were right now, Terzo set his microphone down next to him, his voice still perfectly clear as day, and I felt a legitimate shiver—an actual honest-to-God shiver—run down my spine as he gently tilted my chin up with his other hand, like something straight out of a romance novel. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, and I swear the ground almost disappeared beneath my feet, my breathing grew slightly heavier, and the noisy crowd behind me faded away into simple background noise.

Blood thrummed in my ears. Adrenaline rushed through me. My toes curled inside my shoes, the muscles in my shoulders ached the longer I tensed them, but I stayed rooted to my spot.

“…s… im…!”

What…?

“Ki… im…!”

The hell were they saying?

“Kiss him!!”

Oh.

OH.

Okay, I definitely did not hear that right. There was absolutely no way in hell that the entire audience started chanting “Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!” nonstop, their screams loud enough to make the entire arena tremble. I clutched the fabric of my pants, my knuckles no doubt turning white, the muscles in my fingers twitching with how hard I was straining them. Most of my brain yelled at me not to do it, not to risk getting banned from another Ghost concert for life; so I just stood there, willing my body not to pass out from how close Terzo was, how the fabric of his gloved palms fueled the steaming blush on my cheeks and sent shivers down my back, how his fingers brushed against the…

…the hollow of my…

…my throat…

His eyes…

…his mysterious white eye that gleamed under the harsh stage lights…

…the way his furrowed brows enhanced his gaze to create the most beautiful pair of ‘fuck me’ eyes I’d ever seen…

…the only ones I’d ever…

And then it happened.

It finally happened.

A pair of warm paint-covered lips pressed against mine, stray locks of raven hair traced feather-light touches against my temples. My fingers clutched the left collar of Terzo’s coat as my knees threatened to buckle under my weight. The butterflies immediately erupted from my stomach and spread throughout the rest of my body. I couldn’t tell my own thundering heartbeat from the deafening roar of the crowd while the last few minutes of ‘Cirice’ had now become simple background noise. His fingers gently threaded through my hair, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he tightened his grip on my hand. The steaming rosy blush on my cheeks spread down to my neck, my eyes fluttered to a close, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

It finally happened.

I just had my first kiss.

-

My breaths were deep and slow as my eyes fluttered open, the Christmasy smell of fresh pine flowing through my nose as the gentle hum of the A/C met my ears. The thinnest rays of sunlight were just beginning to stream through my window, casting slanted orange-yellow patterns and shapes on the walls; a strand of hair stuck to my left eye, but at least I didn’t get a flash-bang straight to the face. I turned onto my back and sluggishly raised my left hand up, brushing my fingers against my dry and chapped lips. After making a quick mental note to apply lip balm later—Mom would definitely get on my ass about it—I clenched the blanket and threw my head back against the pillow, glaring at the ceiling like it owed me money and was too lazy to pay me back even a dollar. My cheeks puffed out as I added a childish pout to my little staring contest with the drywall or whatever it was above my head. I didn’t have a doubt that grabbing my pillow and punching it would have woken up my parents and my brother in the next room over, so I just sat there and pulled the blanket over my face, a warm flush coloring my cheeks as I willed the bed to swallow me whole and let me wallow in my own disappointment.

I huffed, crossing my arms. I should have known it was too good to be true. Kissing Terzo immediately after getting Cirice’d? I mean, come on. No way. I would give all the money in my bank account for that—consensually, of course, I’m not a total creep—but the chances of a kiss on the lips during that part of the song are practically zero. He probably has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or gender-non-confirming date friend or something; if I were his partner—God, I wish—I’d be pretty pissed if he made out with every fan he Cirice’d. Besides, security would have definitely stopped that from happening.

A girl can dream, though.

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—The Hunter’s Blood Moon—

Summary: Daniella is just your average college graduate, with a two-year film degree, a simple shift at her local bookstore, and a large friend group of two. On her graduation trip to Sweden, not only does she meet new faces and try new things, but a nighttime run-in with some fallen angels helps her discover innate magical powers even she was not aware of. And when some very-familiar-looking skeleton-faced popes show up to provide their own assistance, it’s up to Daniella to decide whether she wants to go back to her old life or stay in the Satanic Ministry of Ghost and learn the ways of their Dark God.

Chapter List (ongoing)

Prologue

Chapter 1 (in progress)

You moving slightly only to meet ghosts ribs with the bridge of your nose smelling his body wash as soap chin rested on your back,you hum and move your hand over his body fingertips moving over his firm built, feeling him flex as he looks over. You open an eye and smile seeing him Leaning against the headboard with whatever book in hand. He gently brought his hand down to stroke your cheek and smiles “ sleep well” you smile nodding and turn your head to see soap still sleeping soundly. You turn having his head rest on your chest, ghost places his book down turning to wrap his arms around you and soap pulling you both close as his lips connected with your neck he groans moving his hand to your breast moving his fingers lightly. You giggled leaning your head back “ needy this early” his crystal orbs move to your face just filled with admiration, soap lightly moves signaling he’s awake opening his eyes he smiles seeing ghost and you . He moves up smirking as he kisses the other side of his neck. You playfully groan “not you too” they both chuckle. Soap Intertwines our fingers as his lips linger on your bare shoulder, ghosts hand moves to your stomach gently moving his thumb in circles as he kisses your jaw moving towards the side of your face near your ear playfully leaving wet kisses along your face as you feel soap kisses turn nippy, you only sigh as your body becomes jello under them both. Ghost moves to remove your shirt, revealing your breast as soap moves your shorts, you only hum with their movements most are Hesitant as they are looking for your objection but only meet with consenting eyes and noises. The movement’s weren’t sexual or rushing just two men who loved their women deeply. Ghosts moves lower bring his lips to you breasts as soap does the same each man doing their own thing, it was passionate kisses and sloppy nips as each of their hands moved down your body, ghost cupping your butt as soap cupped your breast, both moving slowly as ghosts hand Continued to wonder your body soon soaps hand did the same, ghost gently moved your leg up as he moved down kissing your ribs lazily moving his tongue over your stomach kissing/nipping your bare hip seeing the scars and bruises moving to your thighs gently leaving sloppy kisses, soap moved up to your lips fingers running through your hair as he kissed your lips. Humming into your mouth as you wrapped an arm around him, the bed shifted next to you as ghost moved back up, nearing both your faces. As you pulled away turning to meet ghosts lips as soaps hand held ur jaw trying to move ya back possessively. Times like this made them wish they never choose to share you, each man feeling jealousy rise only to see the love the other holds for you. You hum into ghosts lips as your face moves back to soap, their eyes meet both dark primal like. You look between them and smile seeing how greedy both are “ ooo guys come on play nice” they hum as soap kisses ya again, ghost grabs his loose hair moving his forward moving over you to kiss soap roughly slightly pinning him to the other side as ghosts chests hovers over you, you bite your lip and smile, something about them being intimate always made your gut bubble. Their own chemistry was so fascinating to you, both men of equal strength brought together just by little you still amazed you. You smile moving to kiss ghosts neck as he still hungrily kissed soap, ghost only did this when he felt like soap forgot his place or when he missed him, everyone knew ghost was the dom nobody dared challenged him,not even you. His presence alone made ya a dumb bimbo for him, from his words to just him. You and soap would gladly admit to being wiped for him. He knew it too seeing how he would grab your throat if you were being bratty and grabbing the back of soaps neck. It was his form of warning to us both. You glance over seeing soaps face become completely red as his brows knitted together, his submission to ghost made him so cute to you, ghost pulled away as they both breathed heavily. You playfully kiss the side of soaps mouth.

Ghost eyes are soft but yet so dark as he watches your action. “ fuck off doll” you giggle moving to sit up, soap rests his arm over his eyes as you still see big chest rise and fall rapidly catching his breath, you move on top of him as his hand moved over your bare back, ghost leans over kissing your back nipping your should as he cups your butt. Gently grabbing and feeling how it fills his hands. Ghost was an ass guy and soap a boob guy. Ghost lays by soap as your head rests on soaps chest and smile at ghost, he pulls the blanket up cover you both and hums an I love you as you three enjoy the sun heat and calmness in the room.

Random thoughts

I giggle lightly as ghost wraps his arms around my waist as I stand close to him, I wrap my arms around his head and giggle more, his nose above my belly button and forehead in my chest as he just huffs pulling me closer, I gently run my fingers through his short hair and smile as I feel another pair of arms from behind me wrap around my shoulders and a their chin on my head “ ooo bonnie” I smile looking up kissing him as he hums, ghost hums moving me away from the scot. Only to have soap smile. Looking down I catch ghosts this and hum, moving my lips slowly to a peck then a full kiss my lip under his upper one as his teeth nip at my lip lightly before kissing me again roughly , he hums Turing it into a make out session as soap kisses the back of my neck. Ghost hums moving to stand up not breaking the kiss both men had ya between them as each held a part of you, ghost cupped your face as soap interwoven your fingers all eyes closed as each consumed each other. Ghost pulls back breathing lightly as he looked at ya you leaned your head back on soaps shoulder and he just admired how you looked at peace between them.