Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

I press the bloody fingerprint directly into the center of the bone, staining it. I want him to see it. I want him to know that everything he loves belongs to me now. The taste of victory is not sweet. It tastes like iron. It tastes like more. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and open the Moonbook app. My pinned post is still at the very top of the local network feed. Item: Unknown beast fang. Sourced from the ruins of the Blue-Claw territory. Highest bidder takes it. The comments are a war zone. Thousands of wolves from across the continent are bidding fortunes just to get their hands on a piece of Julian’s humiliation. The price is currently sitting at three million pounds.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

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.

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.”

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.”

He hands it over to Menodora, like she's supposed to recognize it or something. “Someone left this at the gates." “Is it meant for me?" Menodora turns it over with a slight furrow in her brows. I can tell the wheels in her head are already turning, looking for whatever clues she can find. “Yes, but there's no name and no return address…so basically we have no idea where it is from." “Oh, now that's very weird,” my wolf ponders. Menodora opens the pouch and pulls out a single silver pendant. The shape of it is a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf, like the moon is protecting the wolf. The blood drains from my face even as Menodora looks up confused.