Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

Lucian breathes. Araya's blood runs cold. She knows this phenomenon. Heard the legends from old Direwolf tales. "The Blood Moon," Araya whispers. "But it's not supposed to rise for three more nights." As they watch, the red spreads faster. Consuming the blue. Turning day into eerie crimson twilight. The full moon appears despite the sun still visible. Massive. Red as fresh blood. Hanging in the sky like a wound. Every wolf in Drevalon feels it. The pull. The command. The ancient call that cannot be denied.

The air in Ember Hollow had grown thicker, as if the very land held its breath. The blood moon loomed high in the ink-black sky, its crimson glow bathing the ancient pines and moss-covered stones in a hue both beautiful and ominous. It was the first Blood Moon of the decade, a sacred celestial event in the world of the Elders, marked by rituals, renewal, and sometimes—death.

The moon was bright and full in the night sky, its silvery light shining down upon the forest. But this was no ordinary moon. It was the Blood Moon, a rare and powerful celestial event that only occurred once every hundred years. And as its light bathed the forest, it brought with it a curse, a curse that would change everything for Alpha Wade and the pack.

She slid off the stone ledge, her weightless grace bringing her down onto the moss beside the Alpha. "Your territory is a ghost, silver wolf," Carmilla whispered, her long, pale fingers sliding across the moss to rest flat against Astrid’s chest, her palm drinking in the steady, frantic, and fiercely protective thud-thud-thud of her heartbeat. "Above this ridge, our empires are hunting for corpses. They think we are dead, or worse, hiding in a ditch. But tomorrow evening... tomorrow evening the moon will bleed. The celestial alignment is absolute. The Blood Eclipse will find us."

My shadow disappeared in the light. The healer raised her arms to the sky, her voice ringing out, clear and powerful: “O sacred moon, split flesh from fate. Separate what was from what must be. Bind her soul to the call of the wild. Let the wolf’s breath become her own.” A cold wind swept through the clearing, whipping my hair around my face. The temperature dropped so suddenly my breath came out in clouds. I tilted my face upward and saw it. The beam. It descended from the Blood Moon like a living thing, pure, white light shot through with streaks of silver and blue. It hit me square in the chest, and every thought I had scattered like ash.

"Come back baby, we are just getting started!" "Come on Anathi, you scared? I won't tell anybody! " I heard his voice echo as I hid in the field. I was afraid of going in deeper because I did not know where the fields ended or what was on the other side. He did not seem to give up on searching for me either. The moon was almost up and it would be another night, a full moon where I wouldn't get to transform. I ended up giving up, after all I was far away from home, there were no rides on the road we had taken so I couldn't hitch hike. He was my only ride so I went back.

Unbeknown to him, the call can only be heard by a Luna Puer wolf, it was the calling for every Luna Puer Wolf astray from their pack, and it was a calling for the Luna Puer wolf to assemble, to unite. It was a calling for their true Alpha to come home. Justice and Victor were standing up in the tallest point of New York, staring at the bright Blood Moon. Victor had pocketed his hands, his hair silver and slick. He glanced at Justice, “That was Jennie.” He nods absently at the moon, then he starts walking away. “Ready yourself, Justice. We’re going home earlier than expected.” Justice stares at the blood moon. “The Moon God, is it bleeding for us? Why is it so red? Is this an omen?”

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

“Gather the men and don’t make me repeat myself again.” “Fine! What’s the plan?” “We’re barging in tonight.” Dan's mouth gapes at the shocking revelation. “Tonight’s a full moon.” I completely shun him by saying, "Don't forget. I need all the men to gather in the underground parking lot at the office building at 6 PM. We'll attack half an hour before the moon rises. Incur a delay, and I will kill you."

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)