7 Days To Die Blood Moons Novels & Stories

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

“You are not going to die,“ Vorenus said in a tight whisper. He pushed open the door, and I walked in. It was the same suite that I had bathed and changed earlier. “You heard what he said, didn’t you?“ I asked. Vorenus nodded, walking to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and taps to mask our voice. “I am going to relay the information to the baby Lycan as soon as I can.“ He looked at me intensely. “But you will not die.“ “You sound very confident in my survival,“ I said to him. He stood at the door to the bathroom and said, “Something can happen in two days…“ “It is less than two days now, “I corrected. “The blood moon is just about 40 hours away, so if anything wants to happen, it bette

“Try me.” My stomach flipped. Dante never said soft things. Hearing him say that out loud made my eyes burn. I blinked fast so no one saw. Elder Veyron looked at each of them. Then his gaze came back to me. “Time is short, Miss Blackthorne. The Blood Moon is in nine days. Ethan may not survive another one without you. Decide.” I stood up. My legs felt like water, but I stood anyway. “You want my answer now?”

"That card says I am darkness, so we got our answer. End of fucking story. This darkness will be the end of me." "It won’t be." I said coldly, my eyes flashing. "You will not be the end of this line. It says within seven blood moons. How many blood moons have we seen since Dante’s birth…" I trailed off, counting off in my head. He was born right after that fateful day when I found my mates. We have had six, which means we have less than three months until the next one… "I have three months." He said in a flat voice that held no emotion.

But I can't bring my self to tell her that. I tried to prepare Tim for the blood moon. The blood moon comes every seventy years. I have been through many blood moons, so now they don't really affect me anymore. This being Tim's first blood moon, the first one is the worse. The blood moon effect brings out this power in us, making Lycans more aggressive.

I whisper. “Not this one,” Theo says. He drops his hands. “Until Day Seven, none of us can die. After Day Seven, all of us can. The only future where any of us live past Day Thirty? Is the one where you let him flatline three times and choose to bring him back the fourth.” The door opens again. New guard. New tray. No syringe. “Estate rules,” the guard says. “Day One. Training starts at dawn. The Luna fights. The Luna bleeds. Until Day Seven, no blood is lethal. After Day Seven, the Luna chooses who she bleeds for, and who bleeds out.”

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

The benediction ends, and for a moment no one moves. "Go home," I say softly. "If you can. If not—wait for the relief column. Supplies will come in two days." She does not thank me. Only bows, turns, and walks away with the same bent, stubborn steps. The sun slips below the horizon. The shadows grow long, then dissolve. I remount the horse, drawing a slow, measured breath. My men fall into formation behind me, all of us silent as we pick our way through the debris.

I said quickly, and he smiled at me. "I guess you have been very busy, Luna," he said, and I nodded. I did not trust the witches, and I didn't want to be caught off guard. We hurried, and Adam waited for me outside the big room in the dungeon that I had turned into a storage. The weapons were small compared to the ones I powered initially. They were seven inches long and three inches wide. I could see why they were able to move all one thousand in three days. It only cost them a couple of trips through the tunnel after work. The tunnel was built, so they could use condemned moons to test the effectiveness of their weapons without the pack knowing. They will use the tunnel to get a moon from

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.