Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

“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

Hushed, vicious whispers drifted to Eira’s ears from behind stalls on every side. Eira paused at a stall selling moonfruit, reaching out to pick through the fruit. The vendor, a middle-aged werewolf, saw her reach and snatched the wicker basket back as if he’d touched a plague, spitting at her in disgust. “Get out! Scram! I don’t sell my fruit to filth that colludes with the dark ones!” Eira pulled her hand back, staring at the vendor, and said nothing. At that moment, the crowd was roughly shoved apart.

Demanded my assignment be voided by Alpha authority. The elder looked at him. At the parchment Kael had shoved across the table. At the sealed mark of Everglades. "Blood-moon sealing is absolute, Kael. Even for you." Kael's hands flattened on the wood. Claws extended, gouging five deep tracks. "She's mine." "Was yours." The elder didn't flinch. "The covenant says she chose. You cannot un-choose for her." Kael stared at the gouges. At the wood splinters. At the blood where he'd cut his own palms without feeling it.

The second day bled into the third with relentless speed, as though time itself conspired to drag the mating ceremony closer. Blackthorn Keep thrummed with final preparations. Banners of black and silver snapped in the wind above the battlements. Torches were set along every path leading to the sacred grove where the rite would take place beneath the blood moon. The air carried the sharp scent of pine smoke and roasting meat from the kitchens, mingling with the metallic tang of freshly sharpened blades. Warriors drilled in the courtyard, their breaths fogging in the cold, while elders chanted low prayers to the Moon Goddess in the chapel tower.

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,

"In the Howling Moon Pack, a soul urn carved from ordinary moon-wood costs three hundred silver wolf coins." I slowly raised my head, numbly looking at Ryker, whose pupils were constricting wildly in disbelief. I explained, pathetically: "My mother… to make sure I could safely deliver the 'Moon Soul Crystal' to you, she sold off the last few furs our Willow Creek Pack had to survive the winter. She even… even pawned the moon-grass amulet she'd worn her whole life to a passing merchant… She also humbled herself to borrow over three hundred silver wolf coins from other small, outlying pack leaders, just to scrape together enough for the journey to Howling Moon and the… 'tribute' to safely deli

The moon was bright and full in the night sky, its silvery light shining down upon the forest. But this was no ordinary moon. It was the Blood Moon, a rare and powerful celestial event that only occurred once every hundred years. And as its light bathed the forest, it brought with it a curse, a curse that would change everything for Alpha Wade and the pack.

“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

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”