Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

The Blood Moon hung heavy in the sky, a crimson omen of things to come. The chill of the night seemed to seep into her very soul as Aria stood in the aftermath of the battle. Ash from the rogue vampire swirled around her boots, carried on the whisper of an unnatural wind. The glowing mark on her chest was still pulsing faintly, as if alive, as if it held secrets waiting to be revealed. She adjusted her grip on the blade, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. The stranger’s words echoed in her mind. Stay away from the shadows. It wasn’t just a warning—it felt like a command, one layered with urgency and something deeper she couldn’t quite place.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

POV: AARON According to the ancient traditions of the Blood Moon ritual, I stood before the lake, holding the silver stake with a rubber grip in my hand, anxiously awaiting Callie’s arrival. The clothes she would wear—white with silver-threaded details—were an elegant representation of moonlight. The surroundings were silent, filled only with the soft whisper of the breeze through the leaves and the restrained breathing of those present.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

“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.”

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

I saw a woman–tall and beautiful, her ears as sharp as her golden sword, her eyes a wonder to behold, orbs of molten gold. Remember who you are, darkness whispered. Remember who you were. I jolted awake, a fire burning in my veins. I cried out, feeling my body begin to quiver and shake violently. Something sharp tore at my flesh beneath my skin. My mind went blank and the frantic beeping quieted. "They are coming...blood will stain the earth again and history will fall in and out of embrace" it chanted echoing through my ear in a forever symphony. It wouldn't stop, it would not grow quiet. It only got louder and louder like a heartbeat pounding in my ear.

Then, through the drifting clouds, he saw it. The moon. Once silver. Now red. The blood moon had risen. The prophecy had begun. Kael’s eyes flared with rage, glowing like molten gold as his voice broke the silence of Ashwood. “RHHHHHHHEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!” The cry tore through the night, shaking the estate — not of an Alpha mourning his love, but of a beast calling to war. ---

The fact that she had placed her hands on her hips was definitely not a good sign to continue this conversation, but I pushed forward. “...but it was also because of the Blood Moon,” I finally confessed, my heart pounding in my ears. “The High Priestess wouldn't give me the Moon Orb I needed to save my people unless I took you as my mate.” Daniella froze. “What's the Blood Moon?” My chest squeezed when I picked up her hurt flowing through the mate bond. Her expression looked like it was sculpted in stone, but I already knew what laid underneath those hard eyes staring at me. “It is exactly what it is,” I said in a rough voice. “When the full moon turns red, every wolf in the realm will lose