Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

He said, waving for me to follow him. “Oh, fun.” My voice was heavy with sarcasm as I flipped my black fedora on and followed him out. The drive to the Shelton house in Bloodmoon took about two hours. It was a quiet neighborhood. Though I expected that Bloodmoon would be a peaceful place for years, I think the last time something big went down here was the massive ‘earthquake’ the Incubi Luna caused when her kid sister, the now Delta female of Bloodmoon, was kidnapped. Maybe that’s why vampires and other species have issues with wolves. The kind of power some of them possess is crazy.

A young man got in a bowed before making his statement. "I'm pleased to inform you that yesterday's operation went well. Two men of Stone were murdered and the bag is in our possession." "That's great news. What about the Black moon?" He asked with interest. "He was nowhere to be found and that was to our advantage," he said the last part lowly. "I see, seems Black moon's becoming busy lately. What can he do? He's human too." Matteo added very excitedly. The man dropped a glass of wine before him and scurried out of the room, happy for being alive.

Jones had had on everything back then. The mail delivery came then, and Jody received the bundle of envelopes. With a smile to Becca Bryn as she gave it to her. “So, what’s the scoop here in the Blue Moon? Any new sightings of the ghost or things going bump in the night? The tourists are asking if there are ghost tours and such. Oh, and I now have a new batch of souvenirs in all ghost-themed just in time for the ghost hunters to come and film here.”

The morning light hit them at the same angle, and even before he moved, the pieces seemed to lean toward each other like two things that remembered they belonged as one. “The Blood Moon Crystal wasn’t made,” Zephyr said, his voice dropping into that deeper, more serious tone he used when something truly mattered. “It wasn’t forged or crafted or conjured. It grew. Over centuries, deep in the rock beneath the oldest forest on this continent, fed by the energy of every wolf that ever ran above it.” He slowly brought his hands together. “It was whole once. And it’s been waiting to be whole again.” The second the two pieces touched, the light came.

The massive, brilliant blood moon—glowing a deep, ominous crimson—appeared in the night sky, casting a dark red light down through the open ice ceiling of the cavern. Gabriel raised his arms toward the crimson moon, his voice booming through the icy cavern like dark thunder. "Ancestors of the Darkmoon! Hear my call! Accept this blood offering and open the gates of power!" Healer Vance raised the golden chalice, preparing to pour the dark blood onto the stone altar. "NOW!" I shouted. A pillar of brilliant purple starlight erupted from my hands, shooting across the cavern like a blinding laser beam! The magic beam slammed straight into Healer Vance's hands, shattering the golden chalice into a

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.".