Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

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.

Damien's piercing amber eyes locked on her, a menacing snarl twisting his lupine features as if he could sense her reticence. A shudder ran through Kiera's slender frame. She averted her gaze, wishing she could somehow escape this inescapable fate. The priestess's chanting rose to a feverish climax as the assembled pack members howled in ceremonial union. With a sudden slice, the blade opened a deep gash across Damien's calloused palm. His thick crimson life essence poured into the ceremonial goblet, hissing as it mingled with the sacred herbs and oils. "Kiera of the Rivermist Pack," the priestess's reedy voice carried through the torchlit cave. "Extend your hand and partake of the Blood Bon

No one moved in their seats to challenge the most powerful man in the pack. “Good,” he said, nodding pleasantly. “The meeting is adjourned.” We were halfway down the corridor when Nirvana caught a whiff of danger from the moon. It had risen fully now, swollen and red, staining the marble floors with blood colored light. The blood moon… “The blood moon?” I wondered why there was one when it wasn’t yet the time of the month. Rozen stopped so fast I nearly collided with his back. “Do you feel that?” I asked when I felt the energy shift instantly.

The Moon, just clearing the ridge of the eastern mountain, should have been silver. She was not. She rose, huge and low, swollen and *red.* A deep, dark crimson, as if someone had wrapped a veil of blood around Her. Gasps rippled through the hall. Rhea swore. Kerran dropped his quill. Elia whispered a curse from an old tongue she rarely used. Scar stared, eyes gone sharp and wary. “A Blood Moon,” Kerran breathed. “But… no. That should not be. The charts—” “The charts did not account for *this,*” Luna said.