Blood Moon Betrayal Novels & Stories

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“The Hollow’s Heart the ancient altar where the bloodline’s vow was first made.” Legends echoed in Sarah’s mind: sacrifices, betrayal, power twisted by love. The Hollow’s Heart was no place for the faint-hearted, it was a crucible of destiny. “John?” Sarah whispered, hope and dread colliding. He smiled a cruel, cold smile. “You think this is the end? The Blood Moon’s vow is only the beginning.” The ground cracked open beneath them, spilling shadow and void. As the abyss swallowed the clearing whole, Sarah realized the worst betrayal was yet to come.

​"A woman in red... she’s standing over a bowl of bone. She’s calling the Great Devourer. She says if she can’t have the crown, the Silver Moon will never see the sun again." ​I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. Isabella. ​"The Black Moon," Liam whispered, his face turning pale. "It’s an old legend. A ritual of total eclipse that can only be triggered by the blood of a royal female and the High Priest’s grimoire. It’s supposed to strip every wolf in the territory of their shift, leaving us human and defenseless." ​"She’s going to nullify the pack," I said, the medical part of my brain racing. "If we can’t shift, the neighboring packs she’s allied with can walk right in

The sound tore from my throat like the painful growl of a wounded lion. I raised my gun, my finger tight on the trigger. But Mikhail didn’t look guilty. He looked… confused and shocked. He held up his hands slowly. “Dimitri? What are you…” he started. I didn’t let him finish. The betrayal was too deep. BANG. I shot him. The shot echoed in the hallway. Mikhail cried out, clutching his leg as he crumpled to the floor. A red stain bloomed on his trousers. “You silly boy!” he shrieked in pain, his face white. “What have you done!”

she choked. He didn’t stop. His voice went lower, more intense, every word an oath. “You hear me?” he rasped. “This ain’t over. This ain’t done. You are your mother’s daughter and my blood and Silverveil’s Luna. You hold. You don’t bow. Bloodmoon holds.” The world cracked. Baylee sucked in a sharp breath. That word — Bloodmoon. It hit her like a jolt directly to the sternum. Not just emotionally.

Lunaris Dominion, moonhowl pack, grave tooth pack, strombane pack, iron claw pack and blackthorn pack. Some say Moonhowl is merciful. I say mercy’s a lie. A hand waved in front of my face, ripping me from my thoughts. The first thing I saw were the polished boots. Then a lopsided grin. Von. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. “You look… clean,” I muttered. He puffed his chest. “Rumor is, High Alpha Alaric made a deal with the Alpha King. Wants to send a few humans over as tribute.” He adjusted his ragged collar. “Thought if I looked half-decent, maybe I’d be overlooked.”

“And because something is going to happen soon. Something bigger than your mother’s lies and your stepfather’s games.” My skin prickled. “What are you talking about?” “The Blood Moon.” I frowned. “The… what?” Valessa moved to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough for the pale light outside to seep in. She gazed out as if she could already see it on the horizon. “The Blood Moon will rise in a few months. It’s rare, but when it comes, it changes everything. It stirs power you didn’t know you had. It makes bonds unbearable. It turns desire into madness. And for hybrids like you—” she glanced back at me, her eyes sharp, “it can be lethal if you aren’t prepared.”

"After we've dealt with whatever the blood moon brings. I'm marking you. Making you mine in front of everyone. No more waiting, no more delays." "Promise?" I asked. "I swear it," he said. "By the moon goddess herself, I swear I'm making you my mate tonight." And looking into his silver eyes, feeling the truth of his words through our bond, I believed him. Tonight, one way or another, everything would change. The blood moon was rising. And I was ready to face whatever it brought. With my mate beside me. Where I belonged.

Barlas stalked closer to me his steps mechanical, almost like he was counting them. “Don’t act so frightened, Beta,” his large hand clasped my shoulder. “Tell her what she needs to know.” “There's a blood moon coming soon,” I blurted. I saw Orchid's eyes twinkle. “Well, keep talking. When is it?” I shook Barlas's hand off my shoulder. “In four days time. That was Zonda's prediction.” I noticed the hush fall. “A blood moon in four days,” she muttered. “Even better.”

My soldiers halted around me, picking up on my sudden stillness. "Where is she?" I said. "Comfortable," he replied. "Relatively speaking. She’s not hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have no interest in hurting her." He paused. "Yet." "What do you want?" "The Blood Moon Crystal," he said plainly. "Your father stole it from mine. I want it back. Give me the crystal, and I’ll give you the girl." Another pause. "I think that’s a fairly reasonable deal, all things considered."