Blood Moon Betrayal Novels & Stories

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

Uncertainty was the first step toward betrayal. The wind howled louder outside, and the moon… The beautiful, cursed moon darkened further into something unnatural, and something inevitable. I exhaled slowly, looking around as I watched the moon. “Let the game begin,” i muttered silently.

Instead of offering it hilt first, he reversed it and placed the bone blade across both her palms. “This is the Blade of First Blood,” he explained. “During the rite, the Luna draws a single drop from her Alpha’s palm and offers it to the moon. The pack tastes the bond through shared earth and sky.” Ashley closed her fingers around the hilt. The bone felt warm, almost alive. “And if I refuse?” His lips curved. “Then the rite fails, and we start over tomorrow night. And the night after. Until the Goddess is satisfied.” She smiled despite the solemnity. “Stubborn.”

I read the lines once, then again, as if they might rearrange themselves into a different truth. Daughter— I have reached terms with the enemy. You will not believe the conditions, but I require your assent. By the time you read this, emissaries from Tharros will be riding for the Wound. Meet them at the Oathstones. Bring the wardens. Do not delay. The priests will protest. Ignore them. You will be my voice. You will carry the pact home. There must be no further war. A.

“And that choice will decide the fate of all.” Ariana’s silver energy coiled like a storm around her, responding to the Blood Eclipse, the danger, and the betrayals. She understood now: the path ahead demanded everything—strength, courage, and the ability to trust… or not trust, when the world seemed drenched in deceit. Then, a voice—cold, familiar, and impossibly close—whispered from the shadows: “You can’t hide from me, Ariana… not even with your power.” Her blood ran cold. The Moon’s Betrayal had begun.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

Elira sees it and her face immediately crumbles, water filling her eyes rapidly. "That belongs to my mother,” she's already walking towards it, the Keeper puts out her hand to stop her. "No, don't touch it!” But the warning comes too late. Elira is already bent over, fingers brushing against the silver and the moment they do, the entire chamber bursts into a flood of red light…a deep pulsing crimson flooding every corner of the chamber. The stone tablet begins to vibrate and the Blood moon symbol slowly starts to glow them the crescent eye. Just beneath them, the words carved into the stone begin to change.

Demanded my assignment be voided by Alpha authority. The elder looked at him. At the parchment Kael had shoved across the table. At the sealed mark of Everglades. "Blood-moon sealing is absolute, Kael. Even for you." Kael's hands flattened on the wood. Claws extended, gouging five deep tracks. "She's mine." "Was yours." The elder didn't flinch. "The covenant says she chose. You cannot un-choose for her." Kael stared at the gouges. At the wood splinters. At the blood where he'd cut his own palms without feeling it.

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?

Aurora latched on eagerly, sucking with slow, deep pulls that sent sparks of pleasure through Sophia’s body. “Let them come,” Sophia murmured, voice low and dark. “We’ll give them exactly what they think they want.” The ritual “Seeds of Betrayal” began under the blood moon. Over 68 million viewers flooded the encrypted global stream. The sanctuary was packed — nearly one hundred and twenty bodies from the merged bloodlines. The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm milk, sweat, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition and distrust.