Alpha Nathan Blood Moon Pack Novels & Stories

Miranda offers with a giggle. Rick looks around the room, “We have the Golden Moon Pack which falls under Alpha Kate, the Silver Crescent Pack which falls under Alpha Colby and Luna Kate, the Black Shadow Pack under Alpha Jared and Luna Lily which is also our Pack. And finally, the Red Moon Pack under Alpha Sam and Luna Maddie,” he offers immediately to our amazement. Those were impressive Packs with extensive resources and alliances of their own.

Because who turns down the opportunity to grow in strength and size? So within 48 hours, under a new alpha and luna, the Black Mist was in an alliance with the Ventrel Coven, the Blue Stone Pack, and the Galanis Coven. Holy shit. We did pretty good, if I do say so myself. Another thing that wasn’t to be expected was how easily everyone seemed to handle all this news.

He looked at Avara directly. "I, Zain Adolphus, alpha of Atena pack that rules other packs, reject you as my mate. You cannot be my Luna. The moon goddess made a mistake."

"I want every wolf who mocked me or humiliated me in the swamp handed to me. "I want Jack, that cripple, brought back to me. "I want you to choose a new Alpha, then lead the entire pack to swear loyalty to Northland. "From this day forward, the Bloodmoon Pack will become a vassal territory of Northland." That meant total submission. Freedom and dignity, gone. The elders exchanged looks, their faces twisted with struggle and pain. But they had no choice. "W-We agree," Noah said weakly, as if all strength had drained from him.

She's breathless and slightly wild-eyed and carrying a page that she should not have, given that it is visibly torn from a book with RESTRICTED COLLECTION stamped in red across the top margin. She sits down across from me and flattens the page on the table between our breakfast trays. "Don't ask how I got it," she says. "I wasn't going to." "Good." She taps the page. "Look at this." The page is from something called “Remnant Bloodlines of the Founding Supernatural Families”, and it's open to a section on coven identification marks. The illustration in the centre of the page shows a seal—circular, intricate, with a specific pattern of interlocking symbols that form a crescent moon over a styl

Ulric’s POV: The Bloodmoon Packhouse looms silent beneath the moon. From the outside, it looks like nothing more than a massive stone lodge hidden deep in the forest. Inside, though, power breathes through these walls. Generations of Alphas have ruled from here. Wars have been planned. Alliances forged and broken. I stand alone in my father’s study, staring out the tall window at the dark forest. The moon hangs in the sky, glistening between tree branches.

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.

"Exactly, my dear girl. The two butted heads fiercely over the topic. Ryan eventually turned the pack's seers to his side. No one knew they had turned traitor. On the night of the Blood Moon, they added their power to his. The combination made him unstoppable. But it wasn't a fair fight. He took Nathan out in his sleep, choking the life from his body. As the Alpha died, Ryan absorbed his power. The ritual unlocked something deep inside him, making him immune to any Alpha. It took almost the entire pack to subdue him and expel him." "And he did this the same day my parents died?" Elena asked quietly. "Yes. Blood Moons are incredibly rare events that occur only once every 12 years. They unlock

“What if they’re wrong? What if she’s the only one who can hold this pack together when the storm comes?” The Alpha’s voice carried conviction, but Noah caught the hesitation underneath. Damien wasn’t just worried about prophecy. He was worried about his bond—about being tied to her by something deeper than duty. Noah exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Either way… if the pack finds out, it’ll split them in two. Half will rally behind her. Half will try to destroy her.”

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”