Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

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.”

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

Vendor said with a smile, but before I could pay, she declined to take money from me. “Luna, we don’t take money from royalty. We’ve been saved, and this is the least we can do to say thank you,” said the vendor lady, who is always gentle and warm. “I’m not Luna, and I know the pack members’ businesses have suffered due to the war,” I replied to the vendor.

As most of her werewolf companions saw her as. "Shadow hunters!" She began. She was speaking to the werewolves she had trained whose jobs were to track down the enemies. "We all witnessed what happened with the moon today. We all saw that the full moon did not stand even though it was meant to. We all heard the Oracle say that it would rise in a few days to come" " But hunters, we heard too how the guardian of the pack had said he saw Vampires in the forest"

Framed perfectly by the window it offered just enough light to see my mate, my cruel captor. “It’s a blood moon,” he began, pinning the curtain back, allowing its peculiar light to beam upon us. I saw his weapon of choice now, a bamboo cane reaching down to his knee. A quick glimpse shows a furious red streak across my shins where the first strike hit. /Keep him talking, don’t let him hit the baby!/ “What does that mean, master?” “It means it’s the end of days. Well, that’s what superstitious idiots like White Forest and Shadowlands believe anyway.”

I knocked the whiskey back, slammed the glass down hard enough the bartender flinched, and leaned my back against the bar so nobody could sneak up on me again. The whole damn place was a hunting ground. Eyes everywhere, gold, amber, straight up red, tracking me like I was fresh meat wearing a neon sign that said BITE HERE. Let them look. I rolled my neck, cracked my knuckles, and smiled with too many teeth. If any of them wanted to test the Blood Moon’s finest warrior tonight, I was more than happy to give lessons. Free of charge. I’m sitting there long enough that the ice in my glass melts into nothing, and finally one of them grows a pair of wing enough to approach me.

He pointed out. “Ooh! The blood moon! That would be perfect and might even be more potent than tonight.” Tabard, an arms dealer, grinned and clapped him on the back. “Hmmm.” I grabbed my chin and thought. He does have a point. We’d had more success with blood moons than anything else, which was probably for the best. “I think we could do one even better! A double sacrifice; kill her and the thief in one go.” Grins and approval went about the room as we decided to call it a night, agreeing to be back by the end of November to right this and try again for getting our deepest desires to come true.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

“You could’ve been my Luna, ruling alongside me. But I’m a forgiving man so I will give you another chance.” I looked up into his face as Andre knelt in front of me. I felt myself backing away as he lifted his hand, but he didn’t like the notion. Wrapping his hand in the hair at my nape, Andre pulled me forward, yanking my head back so he could look down at me. A yelp of pain escaped my lips, but he didn’t care. “There is a Blood Moon next month, exactly thirty one days from now.” He smiled. “I’m sure your Shrine Maiden has already explained to you what it’s for? True love’s sacrifice. Malachi and Ezra.”

My words are laced with venom and hatred for everything they had ever done to me, for the unjust killing of my mother, for the years of isolation and rejection by the pack that should have been a protection to me. “That's enough child, silence." Contrary to my initial thoughts, it is not the Alpha who speaks this time, but the leader of the Moon Council. His face is a perfect mask of neutrality, making it totally impossible for me to tell what is on his mind at that moment. “The moon is a judge over us all and the moon has never made a mistake…she definitely would not start now.” “His words…” I can't shake the eerie feeling that crawls from the base of my skull down to my lower back. “Someth