Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

a young wolf from one of the branch packs shouted, pointing a trembling hand toward the high skylights. Everyone shifted their gaze upward. The clear, white light of the full moon was beginning to twist, a dark, bloody red creeping across the edges of the silver surface. "Look, the blood moon!" the crowd erupted into a panic. Even the Duke paused near the exit, his head tilted up to watch the changing light before he finally disappeared into the darkness outside. "The blood moon has arrived," Luna Vela said, rising from her seat alongside her mate. My eyes caught Morrigan standing near the left pillars. She wasn't looking at the ceiling. She was smiling straight at me. I instantly remembered

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?"

(Felix’s POV) The coven gathered in the ruins of the old cathedral, shadows clinging to the cracked stone walls as if they belonged to us. Moonlight spilled through broken glass windows, painting patterns across the floor like bloodstains. Valentina lounged on a toppled column, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. “The wolves are restless,” she drawled. “I hear whispers of a white wolf awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Not whispers. Prophecy.”

Vanya's POV: My fingers trembled as i dialed number after number, my heart racing with each failed attempt. The Blood Moon Ball was approaching faster than I could handle, and my entire career hinged on making this event a success. But with my primary meat supplier cutting ties with me just days before the event, I felt as though the walls were closing in on me. The ball wasn't just another event it was the event. The werewolf community celebrated the Blood Moon with great reverence, and failing to deliver on this scale could ruin me. For life

We’d wake up in a tangle, disoriented and warm, Myra standing in the doorway shaking her head fondly. “If you’re going to collapse,” she’d say, “at least you chose somewhere soft.” *** The world outside Mooncrest walls shifted, too. Bloodthorn opened a market that wasn’t a market of wolves. I went once, with Mara as my unofficial guard and Damon keeping a deliberate distance at the other end of the square. There were stalls selling cloth and tools, herbs, and carved toys. At the entrance, a sign hung in large, plain letters: *NO SALES OF PERSONS. NO COLLARS. NO CONTRACTS WITHOUT WITNESSES.*

He wanted absolute power and immunity to mountain Ashwood, and the doctor, Anna Kylin is the key to unlocking that power. The bar opened and Alice came out. Blood was splattered all around her face and neck. Vladimir looked at her wanly and sighed, "Sometimes I wonder what sort of creature you lots are," He muttered. "YOU made us," Vorenus replied. "Sadly, you are right. Get some people to clean up whatever mess she made in there," Vladimir said as a limo pulled up beside them and they got in. Another howl cut through the air, coming from the mountains. Vladimir looked up, "It is a blood moon." He commented. "This should be our night." The blood moon was believed to be the night when Vampire