Blood Moon Novels & Stories

But tonight, the valley was drenched in an unnatural, terrifying twilight. High above, the crescent moon was no longer silver. A slow, creeping shadow had begun to eat away at its edge, bleeding a deep, bruised crimson light across the sky. The stars had faded into an ominous slate-grey, and the wind had died down to a breathless, suffocating silence. The cosmic clock had struck its final hour. The Blood Eclipse was here.

“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.”

A bed that did not have four other people in it. I should have felt grateful. Mostly I just felt like I was standing in someone else's life. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the window. The moon was rising. Pale and wide. The Blood Moon Pack took its name from the red moon that came twice a year. On those nights the sky turned dark red and every wolf in the territory felt it in their blood. Tonight was not a blood moon. Tonight was just a regular moon. I was glad for that. I could not have handled anything more tonight.

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?

Inside me, my wolf paced restlessly, angry and unsettled. Find her. “Keep searching,” I ordered coldly. “No matter what it takes.” Ronan nodded, though I could sense his unease. The car slowed as we reached the Silvermoon ceremony hall. Vehicles from my pack lined the driveway behind us. I stepped out and straightened my jacket. Several women stood near the entrance. Their scents filled the air with fear, curiosity, and desire. Some stared openly. Others quickly looked away. Fools. Fear doesn’t hide prey. It exposes it.

“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.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

I knew I had to talk to him, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for the truth. I decided to distract myself and started researching about the Blood Moon. I found out that it was a rare celestial event that occurred only once a year. It was said to have a profound effect on werewolves, amplifying their powers and emotions. It was also believed to be a time of significant change and transformation. It was like the full moon, only more powerful. As I read more about it, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. It was as if something big was about to happen, and I was a part of it.

Blood Moon is a lie and a truth at once. The moon doesn’t bleed; we do. But the sky does turn to a bruise, and the light does arrive wrong—thick, red, as if the night has held its breath too long and is ready to exhale something we can’t swallow.

I paused as the goblet slipped slightly from my grip. The drums stopped. Conversations fell silent as people looked around in confusion. Another tremor followed, it was stronger this time. Then the moon overhead, once full and silver, began to shift. Whispers erupted. “What’s happening to the moon?” I looked up, my breath caught as I behold what was happening. The pale moon was bleeding. Crimson spread across its surface like spilled ink in water. A blood moon. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Wolves began shifting uneasily. The energy in the air had changed, everywhere felt thickened, darkened.