7 Days To Die Blood Moons Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

Alan caught my wrists, twisting them behind my back. I cried out. "Careful," Bryce said. "We need her blood clean." "Then you shouldn’t have left your door open," Alan said. "What now? She knows." "We move early," Bryce said. His grip locked around my arms. "Keep her locked up until the Blood Moon. It’s only thirteen days." "No!" I fought hard. "Let me go! Levi will—" "Levi is dying," Alan said. "When the Blood Moon rises, he’ll be gone. And no one will find you."

It was Ersa who replied, stepping forward with a new, fluid grace that felt ancient. “It is the doing of Hades,” she said, her voice steady. “The Bloodmoon will not be a singular night. It is slated to last for two entire months.” I felt a cold prickle of annoyance. Two months of this sky? The aesthetic nightmare alone was enough to make me consider treason.

“He’s right. You should have put the crown on. Now you have no army. No throne. Just a timer.” Eighty-seven days. No. I look at Clay. At Cael. At Draven. At the pack standing in the smoke. “We have a pack,” I say. “And we have eighty-seven days to build an army.” Moira laughs. “With what? Wolves?” “No.” I meet her eyes. “With First Blood.” The six Others raise their heads. In unison. And Wrath kneels. To me. “Mother,” he says. Draven goes very, very still.

She gathered her equipment with efficient movements and was gone, the door closing behind her with its usual soft click. I turned to Lukas, unable to keep the grin from my face. “See? I can ask the questions. You two can throw the punches.” I swung my legs properly over the edge of the bed, testing my weight on the floor with careful movements. My legs held, which felt like a victory in itself. “Lukas, we have what, two weeks to the blood moon?” Dominic coughed slightly. “Ten days, my Queen,” he repeated, quieter this time.

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

I wanted to say something, I really wanted to tell him that there was a mistake, or even a set up… but when I opened my mouth, nothing could come out. “Just like I suspected.” Damon murmured, his hands curled into fists beside him. His body trembled like he was on the edge of exploding. He turned sharply toward the door. “The Bloodmoon” he rasped, his voice low but ringing like steel. “It is in two days… get ready milo.” My blood froze. He didn’t look at me again. He didn’t even spare Daphne a glance. He stormed out of the room, the sound of the door slamming behind him echoed like thunder, leaving behind his last words.

She knew she could not fight Morgath alone. "Fine," she said finally. "But the second this is over, I never want to see you again." I nodded. It was more than I deserved. Elena cleared her throat. "Good. Now that we have that settled, we need to talk about what happens next. The blood moon is three weeks away. If we do not stop Morgath before then, the curse will spread to every werewolf in existence. They will lose their wolves permanently." "How do we stop him?" Calista asked.

his father replied amidst Damien whose heart has drifted off in thoughts. " She was pregnant too and the time frame for her delivery was to be under the moon, so I had to kill her and her child. Only one King lives under the moon. You're the heir, only you should be born under the moon. Only you had to receive the moon's powers. I had to eliminate her and the other pregnant werewolves, to make sure you were the only one born under the moon" he finished, with no iota of remorse of his last actions. He spoke with an unwavering confidence that resonated to his belief that his actions were right.