Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

a deep, gravelly voice echoed from the doorway. I didn't turn around. I kept my slender fingers flying over the console keys, re-routing security protocols across the local grid. "Landon, did you secure the perimeter at the Crownvale Moon, or are you just here to critique my focus?" Landon Pierce, a tall, agile rogue beta with a permanent, easygoing smirk and vibrant blue eyes, leaned against the iron frame of the console. He flipped a silver switchblade between his knuckles with practiced ease. "The enforcers from the Black Sun Council are already moving into position near the Westmere XXT Clinic. The trap you set for the Ashford Pack's rogue buyers is sprung. They think they're buying supp

Sienna said, and the gate-archers laughed, short and mean, worshipful in the way soldiers are when their queen speaks like them. A wind slid down from the fractured moon, wrong and cold. The sky, which had been salt-pale, deepened, reddened, then bruised, then bled. A rim of light formed around the lunar disc, a ring like an eye afflicted. When it opened, the color poured out. “The Blood Moon,” someone whispered, and someone else spat to break the omen. The spit froze before it hit stone. “Sienna,” Ryder said, eyes narrowed. “Whatever she put in you, hold it.”

She brought in light to my dark, dimmed life, she bought the glow to my sparkless eyes, she bought me what they called "Exhilaration" I was fulfilled. She was the light to my darkness! And then.......she was gone, taken away from me, killed right before my eyes while I did nothing but watched as that bastard cut off her head, wishing to trigger me....oh he did...he surely did....he unleashed the devil himself. Hahaha He knew that was a death wish. I created A Blood Moon, representing my bleeding heart, my tears, my agony. To... Let the goddess know she had forsaken me.

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

It shimmered with a mystical iridescence, an ethereal dance of colors that mirrored the moon's own magic. Holding the pendant delicately, Silas whispered, his voice quivering with a mix of hope and vulnerability, "Raven, every time I look up at the night sky, I am reminded of our deep connection to nature's cycles and mysteries. This moonstone embodies that connection. It's a fragment of the world I cherish, and by giving it to you, I hope to intertwine our destinies and share the rhythms of my universe."

My father averted his eyes with a stiff gesture of disapproval, but the Priestess simply offered a comforting, neutral gaze. I stood naked, waiting. The instant the Blood Moon's crimson light touched the earth below, the Hunt would be on. Suddenly, the Priestess spoke in the abysmal silence. "The Blood Moon arrives. Go, Daughter of Quispe. Claim your power, and let the Mark own you." The full, red moon finally broke through the clouds, casting its light on the clearing below us. It illuminated a circle cut into the grass—the Sanguine Circle, already glistening with some dark, sticky substance I didn't want to think about.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

"What?! Do you think I'm a vampire? The sun never burned my skin earlier when we walked around the town, idiot!" He slowly nodded his head when he finally realized what I've said, "You're right." I stood up and stood like a vampire, "Come here, I want your blood! Roar!" THIRD PERSON'S POV "She looks fine there." "Are there any signs that you have noticed her?" "For now, none, my highness. She was living a normal life like a normal mortal kid." "When is the next Blood Moon's appearance?" "Eight years from now." King Joseah tapped her finger on the table while smirking, "Eight years more, my princess."