Blood Moon Wolf Novels & Stories

The feeling of tremendous pain wracked all over her body caused Asteria to wake up. She hadn't even able to properly open her eyes when a claw had already swung at her. She barely managed to dodge it by covering her eyes with her arms. The red line seeping with blood decorated her right arm. Panicking, Asteria's sense snapped, she was now fully awake. The sight before her had brought a tremendous shock. There, standing an enormous silver wolf with its eyes full of hostility staring at her.

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

He chuckled as he sat down on the empty bench across from Katie and me. I looked up to meet his gaze and he smiled that gorgeous grin at me again. The brunette girl Lauren huffed and rolled her eyes annoyed that he had sat down to talk to me. "That's better. So these markings are a gift from the Moon Goddess. And don't feel bad for being curious about them, everyone is when they first meet me. When I got them the council literally inspected them with a magnifying glass which was weird. No one alive has ever seen anything like this before because they are the markings of a blessed wolf. I'm the first one born in three centuries. The blessed Full Lunar Wolf. I didn't have these until I shifted

He was a blur of dark fur and gleaming red eyes, his strength and speed unmatched. One by one, the Vesper Pack wolves fell. Ariston’s jaw closed around the throat, his claws raked through the flesh. Blood splattered the ground, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle and the scent of fear. Ariston fought with ruthless efficiency, his cold-hearted nature fully unleashed.

I winked at her and went to the piano to play something for Luna’s night. *** ‘Hayden.’ I was deep in my slumber after a blissful date with Roxanne when I heard the familiar low and husky voice from my blood wolf calling me up. I stirred, which indicated that I was fully aware of what he was about to tell me. ‘Hayden. Dude, listen up. I’ll take over your body to spend time with our Luna. Let me have some quality time with her on my own.’ My wolf was the only wolf in our pack that had no name, and since it was releasing a bloody scent, he was known as a blood wolf.

“I... I saw something. A wolf.” Karl’s expression darkened. “What did it look like?” “Silver fur. Golden eyes,” she whispered. He exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. “It’s starting. Your wolf is waking up.” Lucy shook her head, panic rising. “No. That wasn’t me. It felt... different. Like it wasn’t just a wolf.” Karl’s grip on her shoulders softened. “Your wolf is tied to the Blood Moon, Lucy. It’s not going to be like anyone else’s. But you have to trust yourself.”

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

"Every missing pack descends from one of the oldest bloodlines in the North. The Hollow Moon hunts specific families rather than attacking at random." Riven turned to her. "You are sure Mara? This changes how we defend ourselves." Mara spread the scrolls. "I am sure. The pattern matches old records. Someone targets these lines deliberately." Lucien studied the maps. "Then we warn the remaining old families. We cannot let the Hollow Moon take more." Thorne joined them. "Sable captured one of the shadow creatures alive. She sent word through a scout. The creature is not a beast but a wolf whose life was drained and twisted into something else."

The silver bars scorched my skin, suppressing my inner wolf clawing to break free. “Hurry! The Blood Moon is coming!” James, the pack's Beta, could be heard yelling from above. The Blood Moon Eclipse, a once-in-a-century event, could drive any werewolf out of control. “Everyone to the safehouse! Now!” My father’s command sounded across the entire place. Panicked footsteps thundered overhead. “Darling, where’s Emma?” It was my mother’s anxious voice. “Mom, Dad, I’m here!” Emma’s sweet voice rang out.

Someone—or something—was out there. I stepped back toward the door, my breath catching. Before I could move further, the shadows shifted, and a figure emerged from the treeline. My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a pack member. The man’s eyes glowed faintly, but not with the warm gold of Jaxon’s wolves. These burned a cold, unnatural green. His smile stretched too wide, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying an eerie, rasping quality that made my skin crawl. “The little human pet.”