Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

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

Anderson had requested we discuss other matters and familiarise ourselves before bringing up the illness but as everyone settled in the room, I took a deep breath and spoke bluntly. “Silverstone will not be receiving weapon scraps or Ironclad metals for the foreseeable future.” Callum stiffened, his Beta snapped a sharp gaze at me and his son frowned deeply. “Why? We rely on that supply and you rely on what we give in return,” Callum said calmly. Anderson stepped forward. “Bloodmoon is facing a crisis.” “Its an illness linked to Snowbloom Wysteria and until we know how it entered our borders or find a cure, all Ironclad goods are banned,” I said plainly.

How could he make such a mess that he had to be shackled? I only have a little time. I have to get it no matter what. Why did the auctioneer announce the blood of the red moon to everyone? Obviously, I will buy and own it. "50 million coll! I'll buy it for that price!" I stand in front of the blood-red moon. I can't see his face. That hood and those shackles bothered me a lot.

Theodore moved aside to give way to Elder Nyra who stepped forward on the stage. “The Bloodmoon Stag is said to be the guardian of the Moon Goddess’ secrets. It is translucent silver-red, seen only through peripheral vision, often leaving behind glowing hoofprints and a trail of mist. When approached with aggression, it vanishes. When approached with reverence, it reveals a piece of itself willingly.” she paused, and her gray, lifeless eyes only staring forward into space.

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.

A blood moon. A vision, a whisper, a promise. She saw herself, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair ruffled by the wind. A crown of thorns upon her head, and bloodied hands. She was a queen. And she was a killer. You are a weapon, Rhea Mooncrest," echoed the voice of the Moon Goddess within her mind, a harmony of power and wise elder. "You are the blade that will sever the bonds of old. You shall need to walk with darkness to find the light. The blood moon is ascending for you. Choose your path. And then, choose your kill.".

A strange noise escaped his mouth as he stumbled forward. “Mommy?” He whispered, reaching for her. The vampire, Liam couldn’t say creature anymore, laughed as if it was funny. He turned to Liam’s father and smiled. “Good to see you again, Watcher.” His voice was like gravel on gravel. Like nails on a chalkboard. Liam’s ears hurt just listening to him. “You can hide in your silly little protection spell all day, but it won’t do you any good. I will find you. And I will kill you.”

"Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!