Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

A guard stepped forward, holding a memory stone. "This is a memory stone from the outer perimeter of the Bloodmoon Pack. The silver mist interfered with it, so the image isn't perfect, but it's clear enough." The projection lit up. It showed me trapped behind the vines, with Lily sneaking in and removing my moonstone, all while wearing a smug smile. Then, she grabbed a branch and slashed viciously at my sleeve. All eyes snapped to Lily, filled with contempt, rage, and shock. "No… T-That's not true…"

Even the maid standing nearby was completely bewildered. The Blackmoon Traders was a major merchant guild, selling weapons, mystic items, and scrolls, and even organizing auctions… But this brat was treating them like a common grocery store?! Seeing the weirded out look on the geezer's face, Bigby pursed his lips and demanded, "What, you don't have that stuff? And you call yourself a trader? The one who gave me that black card was telling me that I could get a fifty percent discount or come to the Blackmoon Traders if I ever had trouble, but this is all you can do?"

Adrian reached Moonvale’s border town during the full moon market. Silver lanterns hung over the streets, and stalls selling herbs, roasted meat, and handmade charms lined the road. Young wolves darted through the crowd while the air carried the scent of pine, wet earth, and warm cider. He saw me almost at once. I stood outside the herb shop with several bundles of moonmoss flowers in my arms, speaking to the man beside me. The man shielded me from the crowd with casual ease, one hand holding a gray-white pup by the collar as if he had stood beside me like this many times before.

The sharp, violent crack echoed like a gunshot through the circular chamber, making Vance physically flinch in his chair. "You will mind your fucking tone in my presence, Commander Vance," I snarled, my dominant Blood Moon aura bleeding into the air, dropping the temperature in the room to freezing. "I am the recognized Luna of this pack, and my authority over the Blood Moon supply lines is absolute. You will not siphon my people's resources due to your own pathetic, incompetent tactical planning. If the Vanguard requires more iron, you will open your hidden eastern vaults to pay for it, or you will negotiate through me with the proper respect. The contract protects both sides, and I will no

“At the origin point. And he’s carrying a piece of the Bloodmoon Mark in his blood. The ground knows.” “So he’s a carrier,” I said. “All three of us are,” Rhydian replied. The road curved and through the trees I could finally see it, the gold light rising in columns, unreal and beautiful, nothing like I pictured when I woke up today. And right in the center, too far to see but easy to find, a single unmoving shape in silver light. Soren, alone, while four hundred wolves watched. My phone buzzed. Soren. Finally.

“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?”

“Because if he really does drain the moon…I have no idea what that could do to the planet. But I’m sure it won’t be anything good.” “Do you know when he’s planning to do this?” “I have an idea.” “What?” “The blood moon,” Steele says. “Do you know what it is?” “I’ve heard of it. Wilder’s the moon nerd.” “It’s when the full moon is eclipsed. It looks red in the sky, and it has a special significance for anybody who practices blood magic. It’s always been an important day to Lord Enorio. If he’s planning a big ceremony, that’s when he’s going to want to do it.”

Carlito said. "Well...let's say change is a constant factor," I shot back at him, meeting his gaze before offering him a seat directly opposite me. We both sat down and did not waste time delving into the reason why he and his men were in my pack. “There’s something Blood Moon possesses,” he began, folding his hands together. “A priceless asset. And a woman,” he said, gesturing how priceless it was with his finger. I frowned, leaning forward slightly. “You’re going to have to be more specific here if you want me to understand you better,” I said, my brows furrowed.

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.