7 Days To Die Blood Moons Novels & Stories

"There are wolves who can do that. Old families. Dark bloodlines. The kind that worship the Blood Moon." The Blood Moon. I'd heard the term—a lunar event every few years, when the moon turned red. Pack legend said the veil between worlds thinned. Dark magic was stronger. "When's the next one?" I asked. Farrah did the math. "Three months." I put my hand on my belly. Eight weeks until the baby came. Then a month of recovery. Then the Blood Moon. I see you. I shivered. --- Dax called a pack meeting. Not the whole pack—just his inner circle. Rian. Farrah. Vera, who had come to visit. The healer.

No one really comes here. “I am glad the antidote was finished before the Blood Moon night.” Raya sighs. “Is something wrong with the Blood Moon?” “The Blood Moon night is dangerous. It's rare, comes once in a hundred years. Those with cursed wolves will go wild, losing themselves completely. In short, they will fully transform into a monster, and no one can save them.” “When’s the Blood Moon night?” “Three weeks from now.” It doesn't matter anymore. We have distributed the antidote, only Jay is left.

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.

Frankie replied after looking at my eye. “Why are you girls up here anyway? None of you are 18 yet.” Frankie asked. As I bit my lower lip I just stared for a moment. “I just wanted to see if the blood moon was prettier higher up.” I answered. I stared at the ground hoping he wouldn’t tell us we had to go back. When I looked up I could see Frankie thinking before he spoke. “Well make sure you stay out of the way. The moon will be at its apex in about 30 minutes. And if things get… complicated you’ll have to head back down.” He said a bit skeptical. We knew what complicated actually implied. 2 blood moons ago Allison, Sidney’s sister, dropped to her knees and gave her newly found mate a blow j

Your stare is creeping me out. I swallowed hard once more as the moonbeam from the side looms over you, making the pale face of yours became vivid as black veins and bruises appeared on your skin. I couldn't help, but let out a whimper as I slowly crawled backward to create such distance between us. Your eyes are turning into black, not leaving a small area as white.

Jackson says So I look at him knowing my face is now beat red. Listen when we mate and our souls are intertwined with each other we will have that mate bond. Friday we will be having the Luna Ceremony and that's when everyone will meet you. Normally a few weeks after completing the mating process the she wolf goes into heat. Normally the heat lasts about 4 days. During this time I will be all yours and I will get you pregnant. We may have the largest and strongest pack in the world but without an heir the pack has a weakness. I'm already 29 and don't have an heir so that needs to change soon. Jackson says as he puts his hand on my knee Okay. I say as I continue to look out the window

Hope, watching from Damian’s arms, whispered: “Mama, their moons look like sunrise now.” Because blood, when shared, becomes something else. Not just death. Beginning. The bleeding lasted seven days. Seven days of wolves coming to the Circle with bleeding moons and bleeding palms. Seven days of Luna sitting in the stone center, not healing them, just being with them. On the eighth day, the bleeding stopped. Not because the wolves stopped making wrong choices. But because they stopped hiding them. A pup came forward. Maybe 8 years old. His moon was still faintly red, but no longer weeping.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

And yet—Lucien dragged me across the room, lowering me onto the black leather couch. My chest heaved, every breath sawing out of me like blades. My vision blurred and sharpened again, pupils expanding and contracting with the violent rhythm of my pulse. “Lucien,” I hissed, every syllable guttural. “Don’t—” “Save your strength,” he cut in, kneeling beside me. His sharp features were drawn tight, his voice low and edged with urgency. His eyes—those steady, dark eyes—were locked on mine, refusing to flinch. “The Blood Moon isn’t supposed to appear for another four months. Not until the end of winter.”

Thunder rumbled in the distance—low, distant, promising. I looked at her sideways. “You said something earlier. About blood moons.” Harper nodded, her face suddenly unreadable. “There’s one coming. Five nights from now.” My heart kicked. “They don’t happen often,” she went on. “And when they do, they mess with wolves more than most realize. Heighten everything. Strength. Instinct. Hunger.” “And?”