Blood Moon Vendor Novels & Stories

Before he could open his mouth, Rei rushed to save the poor man's life. "I'll look into it. Leave. Now." The man, sensing the danger he had almost landed himself in, gratefully bowed his head and rushed out, almost tripping over himself. That day, Kamman was scheduled to meet the Black Vendors of the Crow Trade Guild in Daejeon. They earned their name, Black Vendors, due to their unique operational model. Unlike other distributors, they held the exclusive local license to distribute Bronze Orchid products across the world. Present in every major city and country, their presence was legendary yet impossible to pin down. Their market locations would fluidly shift multiple times a day, making a

Stalls overflowed with things I couldn't quite place; vials filled with shimmering blue liquid, gleaming silver bracelets with intricate carvings, and slabs of raw meat so red it seemed to pulse. A gruff voice startled you. "First time here, eh?" A towering figure with kind eyes and a surprisingly gentle smile stood behind the stall. "Uh, yeah," I stammered. "This isn't exactly your typical farmers' market." He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. "Nope. This is a market for those...touched by the moon, you could say." He gestured to the vials. "Those are moonstone elixirs, supposed to help control the wilder nights."

I slide it skillfully into my bag before turning to my first customer of the day. "Hey Sage, what are your rates on Ms. Fosters English Lit paper?" Say the Blond, 6'4 mammoth of a "person" standing next to me. I look him up and down before pushing my glasses up my nose. Caleb Anders. Wolfshifter. I resist the urge to take a step back as his green eyes look down on my own. "Depends on what grade you're looking for." I respond flipping to the front of the folder where I keep all the English papers, thankful that it gives me a reason to break eye contact.

The Blood Moon hung heavy in the sky, a crimson omen of things to come. The chill of the night seemed to seep into her very soul as Aria stood in the aftermath of the battle. Ash from the rogue vampire swirled around her boots, carried on the whisper of an unnatural wind. The glowing mark on her chest was still pulsing faintly, as if alive, as if it held secrets waiting to be revealed. She adjusted her grip on the blade, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. The stranger’s words echoed in her mind. Stay away from the shadows. It wasn’t just a warning—it felt like a command, one layered with urgency and something deeper she couldn’t quite place.

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

Damien's piercing amber eyes locked on her, a menacing snarl twisting his lupine features as if he could sense her reticence. A shudder ran through Kiera's slender frame. She averted her gaze, wishing she could somehow escape this inescapable fate. The priestess's chanting rose to a feverish climax as the assembled pack members howled in ceremonial union. With a sudden slice, the blade opened a deep gash across Damien's calloused palm. His thick crimson life essence poured into the ceremonial goblet, hissing as it mingled with the sacred herbs and oils. "Kiera of the Rivermist Pack," the priestess's reedy voice carried through the torchlit cave. "Extend your hand and partake of the Blood Bon

The Black Moon pack was a place that I'd like to come to when I'm less busy because the place suited my taste, but it wasn't the right time to vacate because I hadn't fought with Xavier to claim back my pack. "We're at the Black Moon auction house," the driver announced as he drove into a secluded area and stopped in front of a gigantic building. He parked the car at a safe spot and stepped out of it. He opened the door and bowed his head, anticipating us to leave the car. I lifted my butt from the chair and stepped out of the car. A soft growl escaped from my lips as the metallic smell of blood mixed with sweat hit my nose. I clenched my fist with an angry look as I remembered my experience

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

No, all she could see as she looked at him was a man, whose wide shoulders bore enormous burdens. “Penny for your thoughts?” she asked with a small smile “My thoughts are gonna cost you way more than a penny” She blew her tongue at him “Then I don’t want them” They both shared a small laugh. “But really, what has been on your mind? You have been distant the last couple of days” she asked with concern in her voice. *sigh* “Sometimes I just wonder if I am a good enough leader” “Why would you even think that?” “Have you heard of the Blood Moon curse?” he suddenly asked

Isabella’s POV The night air was cool and electric, charged with anticipation as the entire pack gathered beneath the full, glowing Blood Moon. This was no ordinary gathering, tonight marked the sacred Blood Moon Ceremony, a tradition that stretched back centuries, honoring unity and the strength of our pack. The glowing red light cast eerie shadows on the trees surrounding the estate, flickering over faces tense with cautious hope. Cain and his elders were here, dressed in ceremonial robes as formal guests, a symbol of the fragile peace that still felt like a thread pulled too tight.