Alpha Nathan Blood Moon Pack Novels & Stories

Mom says while smiling at me Samantha told me the good news about her also being sold to the Blood Moon Pack. How much was she sold for? I ask Not nearly as much as you. She was sold to the 3rd strongest warrior in that pack. Mom said Thats not what I asked. I said She sighs and than says I know. She was sold for 900 thousand dollars. That's it? I ask

Osric asks while pulling my chin up to look into his beautiful hazel green eyes. “Wolf Creek to the north, Blood Moon to the west, New Moon to the south, and Silver Moon to the east. With them becoming lycans I’ll have to bind each pack to their Alpha, so they keep their pack connections, and don’t all become part of Blood Moon,” I answer while stepping out of Jonathan’s arms, instantly missing his warm touch. “Bunny, Wolf Creek and Blood Moon are now one pack, loyal to you, and us,” Osric speaks, cupping my cheek and turning my chin up he presses his lips to mine.

How the fuck was I supposed to watch another man touch the love of my life? I couldn’t kill him because that would kill her. I couldn’t mark her because she could die. I couldn’t do shit except wait. And I hated waiting. Both Emma and I looked up at her. “It’s young Alpha Nathan of the Blood Moon Pack.” Anna said. “That’s one of the oldest packs in existence.” I mumbled as the spark of hope slowly shut down inside me. If he was the Alpha of one of the oldest packs, maybe he really was her Goddess-given mate. He could be the direct descendant of the first White Wolf’s Goddess-given mate.

I asked. "The Blood Moon Crystal is ancient," he said. "Older than any of the packs, older than the current bloodlines. The legends around it are not consistent, different sources say different things, but the one thing they all agree on is that it amplifies what is already present." He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees. "In a wolf with ordinary strength it would do very little. In someone carrying something exceptional, something rare, it would unlock that thing completely." I thought about what Riven had told me in the cell. The red light filling the room. Seraphis rising inside me like something surfacing from deep water.

"The energy is too great. My crystal is already cracked. It won't hold him long. Rakar, you know what this is?" Rakar nodded stiffly, his face deathly pale. "Moon Blood." "Moon Blood?" Revira repeated, confused. "A blood disease? Leukemia?" "Not a disease," Eldric interjected firmly. "It is a legacy. A curse. A gift. Call it what you will." Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

"I will stand with you. The Crescent Moon pack will join this alliance." She pauses briefly before adding, "All of my pack’s resources will be at your disposal as well." Relief washes over me, though I don’t let it show. I incline my head in gratitude. "Thank you, Alpha Lillian." I shift my gaze to the remaining alphas, waiting, watching to see their reactions. A moment later, Victor Hale of the Bloodmoon Pack steps forward. His dark, scarred face is unreadable at first, but then a slow, wolfish grin spreads across his lips. His deep set amber eyes gleam with something between amusement and anticipation.

“You wouldn’t make it past the gates.” "By the way, I am Zane, Alpha of the Black Moon pack," he said with a twinkle in his eyes and with that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room. I curled into myself, the pain in my body nothing compared to the torment in my mind. I closed my eyes, hoping for sleep to take me, but even in the darkness, his blood-red gaze haunted me. After trying so hard to sleep and with no avail, I got up from the bed and started to wander through the magnificent house. I kept to the shadows, hiding whenever I heard someone approaching. After a while, I heard voices coming from a room.

I recognize her instantly: Grand Luna Eve, the mother of Alpha Damon Moonblood. Beside her is another woman, younger, with kind eyes and a nurturing air about her. She’s dressed plainly, perhaps a nanny. But it’s the man standing at the edge of the group that steals my breath. “Nora,” he says again, his deep voice laced with something unrecognizable. My heart stutters as I meet his gaze. Alpha Damon Moonblood. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack. The powerful, feared man whose name alone could silence a room. He towers over everyone, his sharp features softened by an expression of… concern?

High above them all, the banner of a silver wolf beneath a full moon danced proudly in the wind. MoonBlood Pack. The oldest. The strongest. The royal bloodline from which all Alpha families traced their ancestry. Inside the Temple of the Moon Goddess, an elderly woman suddenly stopped walking. Her carved staff slipped from her trembling fingers. The temple attendants rushed toward her. "Lady Seraphina!" "Moon Seer!" She ignored them. Instead...She slowly turned her face toward the moon. Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks. A smile spread across her face. "...I heard her."