Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

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."

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

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.

I wish I could. Night gathers in the hollows before the sun has fully quit the sky. Lanterns bloom along the broken fence line, held aloft by villagers with the solemnity of a funeral procession. Even the wind has settled, as if unwilling to disturb the fragile quiet. I hear the voices before I see the speakers—thin, overlapping, urgent enough that no one bothers to lower them. "Peace talks," someone whispers, the words shivering in the cold air. "King Aldric has called for an end," answers another. I can’t see their faces, but I know the shapes: hunched, tired, faces lined by the expectation of disappointment.

Yeah, it's hopeless. Why didn't she think of her name earlier? How stupid. "Luna Roja..." She looked at King Joseah. He was staring out of the window. Her eyes widened when she saw a red ray coming from the moon. Blood Moon.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color. Strange, but it doesn’t matter to me. “I need to get back, I need to find my way.” I whisper, trying ti move for his arms. “You still don’t get it, do you.” “You smooth talking isn’t going to work, Bram.” Rowan grunts. Bram shrugs, but his focus remains on me, on my face. “Tonight is a transition, Blood Moon,” Bram explains, his voice dropping an low. “Our animal instincts... they aren't something we can just turn off when the moon looks like that. We’ve been waiting. And the mountains delivered you right to our doorstep.”

She dragged out the last word. Ares didn’t answer. He just pulled me to his side. The head priest raised his hands. “Blood Moon is upon us,” he called. “Tonight, the moon judges. Tonight, wolves rise or fall.” He looked at me. “Some of us carry wolves that have been... suppressed.” Murmurs. He meant me. “Step forward, Alba Monroe,” the priest said. My feet moved before my brain could stop them. Ares let go of my hand.

The morning light hit them at the same angle, and even before he moved, the pieces seemed to lean toward each other like two things that remembered they belonged as one. “The Blood Moon Crystal wasn’t made,” Zephyr said, his voice dropping into that deeper, more serious tone he used when something truly mattered. “It wasn’t forged or crafted or conjured. It grew. Over centuries, deep in the rock beneath the oldest forest on this continent, fed by the energy of every wolf that ever ran above it.” He slowly brought his hands together. “It was whole once. And it’s been waiting to be whole again.” The second the two pieces touched, the light came.