Blood Moon And Vampires Novels & Stories

He said, waving for me to follow him. “Oh, fun.” My voice was heavy with sarcasm as I flipped my black fedora on and followed him out. The drive to the Shelton house in Bloodmoon took about two hours. It was a quiet neighborhood. Though I expected that Bloodmoon would be a peaceful place for years, I think the last time something big went down here was the massive ‘earthquake’ the Incubi Luna caused when her kid sister, the now Delta female of Bloodmoon, was kidnapped. Maybe that’s why vampires and other species have issues with wolves. The kind of power some of them possess is crazy.

They always fought and the fights were never ending. As I layed in my very bed, the fragrance of roses r rose from my open window filling my bedroom air, the smell of those beautiful black roses irritatingly filled my nostrils as I was dreaming a lucid dream. It was unlike any of my other dreams. This dream was palguing me in the form of a nightmare. It was like a premonition my mind was trying to decipher correctly. I dreamt of it vividly and there was blood, lots of it and other people, dead people. The sun had not risen for two days. It's was a blood eclipse. The day mankind is doomed to perish at the hands of a terror group of supernatural animalia who call themselves the Al

The Xander thing I understood, but the blood moon thing seemed off. "The blood moon stresses you out?" I questioned. I knew that it had been stressing me out. He nodded. "The blood moon stresses out almost every vampire. The fact that we have very little control over what we do until our bloodlust is satisfied makes for a very shitty night that none of us really care to remember." It was quiet for a long moment. "I see," I replied almost silently. Ever since he brought it up I could feel that my nervousness had returned. I had tried to just ignore it, but it was almost here.

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.

Zaya looked at the sky. "The full moon in two nights," she said. "But it's not an ordinary full moon." "What do you mean," I said. "Blood moon," Jade said quietly. "The whole sky goes red. Our pack elders say it amplifies everything. Magic. Power. Pack bonds." She looked at me. "Everything is stronger under the blood moon. For better or worse." Two nights. Everything was timed to two nights from now. And I was out here in the forest looking at sophie

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.

In the moments right before I wake up screaming about things I can't control and people I can't protect. Same silver-blonde hair catching the light. Same violet eyes with that silver ring around the iris that nobody else has. Same bone structure that I've memorized better than I know my own face. My mother is walking through the gates of Blood Moon Academy. Except she's not my mother. She's too young. She's the right age to be a student, not a fully grown woman who murdered her husband in cold blood and then disappeared like she never existed. "Draven?" Marcus is talking to me, but his voice sounds very far away. "Man, you're getting that look. The one where you're about to lose your mind."

“Because if he really does drain the moon…I have no idea what that could do to the planet. But I’m sure it won’t be anything good.” “Do you know when he’s planning to do this?” “I have an idea.” “What?” “The blood moon,” Steele says. “Do you know what it is?” “I’ve heard of it. Wilder’s the moon nerd.” “It’s when the full moon is eclipsed. It looks red in the sky, and it has a special significance for anybody who practices blood magic. It’s always been an important day to Lord Enorio. If he’s planning a big ceremony, that’s when he’s going to want to do it.”

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth