Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

I mean it was really red like someone had set the atmosphere on fire. Everyone. Stared their eyes fixed on the sky. "What is that?" Marcus asked, his voice full of surprise. Nelly appeared beside us her face serious. "That is the Bloodmoon Rising, a ritual that only happens when a lot of Moonborn blood has been spilled in one night." I asked her "What does it do?" even though I was not sure I wanted to know the answer.

He walked to him and wrapped him in his arms. "It’s a full moon tonight". Callum said. "It’s blue moon tonight". Stephen said. "Huh"? "It happens once every ten years. And for years I have spent it alone. You know at Blue Moon, the power of a Vampire is extended to much higher. It heightens all senses. It makes everything highly intoxicated". He was explaining in a husky voice, nipping on Callum 's shoulder. Callum craned his neck automatically but Stephen stopped him. "Don’t allow me Callum . I won’t be able to stop myself". He growled slightly.

The moon hung heavy and crimson in the night sky, casting a blood-red glow over the sprawling grounds of the Blood Moon Packhouse. Wolves moved like shadows across the snow, laughter and music spilling from the great hall where the celebration roared. The rare Blood Full Moon was a night of power—a night when bonds were strengthened, instincts sharpened, and dominance reaffirmed.

She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather. Ethan noticed, he leaned close, voice pitched for her ears alone. “You okay, Moonbean?” She nodded once, small fingers tightening around her cup of warm cider. “It’s close.” He didn’t ask what. He simply rested his hand on the back of her chair, a silent promise. The music swelled. An elder rose to begin the oath recitation. Three hundred voices joined in low, reverent unison, “We are Blood Moon. We are one heart, one fang, one future...”

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

"I'm okay, you?" "I'm okay if you're okay" I said. "Find Amyra. The bitch is buying herself some time. Go, I'll find Allen" she said and I took off. I still couldn't find Amyra and it was clear that she was using some sort of cloaking ability to hide herself. 'The blood moon has appeared' said Luke, through the mindlink. I looked up and sure enough, the moon had become the color of blood. It's reflection turned the whole place red. The wind was blowing harder and the power of the night court seemed to have increased.

In the vampire's anger, he ripped the hunter in half. Out of no where, the sky cleared to reveal the full moon. It had a blue hue to it and caused everyone including the enemy to stop and look up. Or the corner of Cilyna's eyes she could see something was happening within the circle of protection. "Kimberly what's going on in there?" she asked franticly. "It's your twins! I think they're shifting." Kimberly said, concern and awe clear in her voice. "I did not think that was possible!" Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her.

You know how callous and ruthless Moon is, he may have my head if I knock on his door without notice," he replied facing downwards, shivering. Stone gasped and dialled a number. "Your presence is needed here" he ordered and the person on the other side of the phone hung the call immediately. "Bastard! He yelled into his phone and sat on his huge black chair. "What a fine bitch, we got here! He stared at her through his mask seductively as he chuckled. The lady has short blonde hair with oceanic eyes, a fair skin. Her lips glitter and are a bit glossy. She's a bit plump. She couldn't stop shivering. Her eyes were full of terror.

It shimmered with a mystical iridescence, an ethereal dance of colors that mirrored the moon's own magic. Holding the pendant delicately, Silas whispered, his voice quivering with a mix of hope and vulnerability, "Raven, every time I look up at the night sky, I am reminded of our deep connection to nature's cycles and mysteries. This moonstone embodies that connection. It's a fragment of the world I cherish, and by giving it to you, I hope to intertwine our destinies and share the rhythms of my universe."