7 Days To Die Blood Moons Novels & Stories

Barlas stalked closer to me his steps mechanical, almost like he was counting them. “Don’t act so frightened, Beta,” his large hand clasped my shoulder. “Tell her what she needs to know.” “There's a blood moon coming soon,” I blurted. I saw Orchid's eyes twinkle. “Well, keep talking. When is it?” I shook Barlas's hand off my shoulder. “In four days time. That was Zonda's prediction.” I noticed the hush fall. “A blood moon in four days,” she muttered. “Even better.”

Auren's pov. It had been six months since Callen came to the pack with that message. The Blood Moon Duel. At first, it sounded like something far away. Something that only grownups needed to worry about. But now, the Blood Moon was just thirty days away. Thirty. That’s one moon cycle. Everyone in the pack was preparing for war. Warriors trained harder. Weapons were checked and sharpened. The elders met every day with Alpha Ezekiel and the others. James and Jon took turns patrolling with the night guards.

"So we're really doing this. The three of us against everyone." "Not just us." I said. "We have Marcus and Dane and Eldric too. We're not alone." Kael put his hand on my shoulder. "Eleven days until the blood moon. We use that time to prepare and set our trap. When Thorne and the rebellion make their move we'll be ready.”

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

Isabella whispered as she stood just behind him. His gaze stayed on the table as he spoke. “Because you need to see how things work. Money changes hands, words are exchanged, alliances are made. The deals made in rooms like this decide who lives and who doesn’t.” The game was quiet, punctuated by the soft clink of chips and murmured bets. Matteo played without rushing, his expression unreadable. When the game ended, he gathered his winnings, rose, and led her toward the side exit. The alley outside was wet from earlier rain, the smell of asphalt rising from the ground. The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift.

She didn’t belong to anyone, certainly not these… these monsters… these men… whatever they were. Kael’s storm-gray eyes locked on hers, and the weight of his gaze made her stomach clench. “Mate,” he growled under his breath, voice low, and sharp. “M…mate?” Aria stammered, her voice barely audible. The word sounded foreign and dangerous, almost like a curse. Her mind spun. What was a mate? And why did it make them look at her like that, with a hunger she couldn’t understand? The three men exchanged tense glances. The word hung in the air, unspoken but heavy. Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees.

“You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.” Then his body convulsed — and before Kaelira could react, black fire erupted from his skin. Zevran pulled her back as the chapel walls exploded outward. The night sky turned red again, clouds spiraling around a single, pulsing point of light far above. “The Moon,” Kaelira gasped. “It’s bleeding.” Zevran shielded her from the falling debris, his voice steady even as the world fell apart. “Then we finish this before it falls.”

But this time, I believed him. Fear wrapped around my spine like ice. Panic and anger twisted together inside me. I couldn’t fight him. I couldn’t escape him. I had nowhere to go. And the mating ball… Silvermoon Pack had an ancient tradition with Nightwolf Pack. Every three generations, the Alpha of one pack must choose a mate from the other. This time, it was Nightwolf’s turn. The ceremony was meant for their young Alpha Kael to choose a wife. Both packs would attend. Many hoped to find mates.

“He thinks he can use me to make a claim. He thinks blood is a currency he can spend twice.” “He does,” Jasper said. He didn’t add anything pretty to make it less. “So what does this do to stop him?” The wolf shifted her weight, a quiet step. She lifted her head and in that small motion I felt a possible life tilt into another possible life. She was not saying here is a map. She was saying here is your compass if you decide to hold it. “Three nights,” I said, tasting the number. “Three nights until the Blood Moon.” Jasper nodded. “Less now.”

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.