Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

"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."

--- 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.”

“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe there’s no difference anymore.” Outside, thunder rolled. The moon’s crimson hue deepened, spreading across the sky until the stars themselves dimmed. --- The Voice of the People By dawn, the city below had noticed. The Blood Moon had returned. Crowds gathered in the streets, chanting prayers to Selene, to the wolves, to anyone who would listen. But no blessing came. Kimberly watched from the temple steps, the sound of their desperation echoing in her ears. “Kimberly,” Elion said softly. “If they find out you carry her inside you…”

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.

“For what happens during it. Tomorrow night isn’t just a solstice. It’s a Blood Moon. A total eclipse.” A chill ran through me. The words didn’t sound like a celestial event. They sounded like a bell ringing deep in my bones. “A Blood Moon?” Jenna asked. “It’s rare,” Kat said. “And for people like us, it’s loud. It stirs things up. The energy gets volatile. Rumor is the veil gets thin.” My head throbbed. A memory flickered, a woman’s voice warm and familiar, whispering something I couldn’t catch. “Serene,” I whispered.

"This morning. You said that’s why you were there." "I was. Then I watched a wolf unearth something buried for four hundred years and give it back, and I decided documenting wasn’t enough." Sera spoke up. "She told us about the return. The gold light. Why we felt what we did this morning. She explained the bond. She told us what the Bloodmoon Mark actually is, what it was always meant to be. Not the lies the network pushed through the elders." "And what did she say it was?" I asked, still looking at Calla.

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

He took his second hand and used it to aid his other hand that held her neck, trying to strangle her. " Who have you been with?" He thundered. "Tell me, who have you been with" he continued demanding but she did not even understand what he was saying. "Whose fang is on your neck? Which vampire has been with you? Why did he give you this mark. Are you a spy? Tell me, are you a spy of the vampires?" He say , trying to strangle her neck even more. " Damien, father says to go under the moon. The full moon is out. You need to recharge for the lunar moon's powers to begin manifesting" she heard the sound of a young girl say to him at the top of her voice from the entrance of the lair.