Blood Moon Calling Novels & Stories

“For strength, my lord. Elder Rowan brewed it himself. Willow bark, nettle, and a touch of moonroot to steady the shift if it comes too soon.” Damien accepted the mug with a nod. “Thank you, Elias. Tell Rowan his hands are still the surest in the keep.” The boy flushed with pride and scurried away. Ashley leaned closer. “Moonroot? Is the shift likely tonight?” “Possible.” Damien took a cautious sip, grimacing at the bitter edge. “The rites call for the new Alpha and Luna to stand beneath the moon together. If the Goddess wills it, the pack will feel the change ripple through all of us. Some will shift easily. Others will fight it. The moonroot smooths the edges.”

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

Now its torso emerged long ribs like cracked wood, bones glowing faintly from within. “The Blood Moon returns… because I awaken,” it hissed. John turned to Sarah, trembling. “We can’t let it reach the surface. If it walks free” Sarah’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then this world ends.” The sky roiled with a shade of crimson John had never seen like the moon was bleeding into the heavens, the blood moon wasn’t just near, it was being summoned. Sarah’s breathing was shallow, her body trembling beneath the weight of the entity’s presence. Her eyes flickered between her normal brown and a deep, unnatural silver.

“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…”

A blood moon. A vision, a whisper, a promise. She saw herself, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair ruffled by the wind. A crown of thorns upon her head, and bloodied hands. She was a queen. And she was a killer. You are a weapon, Rhea Mooncrest," echoed the voice of the Moon Goddess within her mind, a harmony of power and wise elder. "You are the blade that will sever the bonds of old. You shall need to walk with darkness to find the light. The blood moon is ascending for you. Choose your path. And then, choose your kill.".

Ahhh, Kairos, I greeted with a forced smile, hiding the storm behind my teeth. My friend, did you bring me good news of great joy? Kairos raised his eyes to meet mine, his voice cool and composed. I never come empty-handed, James. You know that. I settled into the chair opposite him and poured myself a drink, still smiling like we were comrades in destiny. Well? I’m listening. He didn’t waste time, the Blood Moon is near, only a few days from now, he said without looking up.. I froze. He continued, and in case you haven’t noticed,

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”

“Because if he really does drain the moon…I have no idea what that could do to the planet. But I’m sure it won’t be anything good.” “Do you know when he’s planning to do this?” “I have an idea.” “What?” “The blood moon,” Steele says. “Do you know what it is?” “I’ve heard of it. Wilder’s the moon nerd.” “It’s when the full moon is eclipsed. It looks red in the sky, and it has a special significance for anybody who practices blood magic. It’s always been an important day to Lord Enorio. If he’s planning a big ceremony, that’s when he’s going to want to do it.”

He looked mesmerized, drugged by the sheer volume of ancient magic rolling off the witch in waves. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Morana purred, her voice like velvet dragged over gravel. She stroked Sayler’s hair with a tenderness that made my skin crawl, her long, pale fingers combing through his dark curls. She wasn't looking at the boy, though. She was looking at me, her void-black eyes dancing with amusement. "The Blood Moon. It only occurs once every century. It is the night the Veil between the living and the dead is thinnest. The night power flows like water, and the old things wake up."

She turns to me and frowns, "Xander didn't tell you?" "Tell me what?" My ears are wide open, ready to listen. "It's tradition to always celebrate the Luna Ceremony when at a Lunar Eclipse. A Blo-" "Blood Moon." She nods, "Yes. So I was trying to find more bold and dark dresses because honey there ain't gonna be no moonlight at this celebration." "Is there anything else he wasn't supposed to tell me that he should have?"