Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

The Blood Moon rose at midnight. I stood on the balcony of the palace, watching the crimson light spread across the Moon Kingdom. The towers gleamed. The streets were empty, the people huddled in their homes, praying for deliverance. The air was thick with tension, with fear, with the weight of what was coming. The sky above was black, the stars hidden behind clouds of shadow. Only the Blood Moon remained, its crimson light pulsing with ancient power. The mark on my chest throbbed in rhythm with its light, a constant reminder of the bond that could never be broken.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

Sienna said, and the gate-archers laughed, short and mean, worshipful in the way soldiers are when their queen speaks like them. A wind slid down from the fractured moon, wrong and cold. The sky, which had been salt-pale, deepened, reddened, then bruised, then bled. A rim of light formed around the lunar disc, a ring like an eye afflicted. When it opened, the color poured out. “The Blood Moon,” someone whispered, and someone else spat to break the omen. The spit froze before it hit stone. “Sienna,” Ryder said, eyes narrowed. “Whatever she put in you, hold it.”

Her knees buckled, and she felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sudden surge. Kael’s hand shot out instinctively, gripping her shoulder with an iron strength that made her wince. “Step back!” he commanded, voice low but resonant, reverberating through the clearing. Rowan stepped closer, arms raised slightly, calm but firm. “Do not let them provoke you. Stand still. Control you’re…” He stopped, realizing that she couldn’t control the surge. Dante’s grin was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. “Relaxing isn’t an option right now,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Feel it, accept it, but don’t fight it. Not yet.”

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?

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.

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.