Bloodmoon Novels & Stories

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

The air in Ember Hollow had grown thicker, as if the very land held its breath. The blood moon loomed high in the ink-black sky, its crimson glow bathing the ancient pines and moss-covered stones in a hue both beautiful and ominous. It was the first Blood Moon of the decade, a sacred celestial event in the world of the Elders, marked by rituals, renewal, and sometimes—death.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle. "Don't be stupid; that was just a name. The term "Blood Moon Curse" does not refer to being cursed by the moon. The moon gave it to the Monte Cruz family as one of the selected families to help balance the vampire realm. It was a gift to be able to control the vampire's natural bloodlust. It's a medicine and meal given to them on their first day of awakening, but because something happened to them, you must take it, or you'll never be able to control the Monte Cruz blood that lives within you. And who knows? You might end up killing everyone you care about." With a stern voice and look, Vladimir explained the truth about the blood

I blinked slowly, realizing that there was a small source of light in the room after all. My eyes followed the source, landing on the window above me. The light cast an eerie glow that painted the surroundings in haunting shades. I squinted, my gaze drawn to the unsettling sight outside. It was a Blood Moon, its ominous crimson hue intensifying the foreboding atmosphere within the room. A Blood Moon... that was never a good sign. They symbolized the coming of a bad omen—and in some cases, even death. The sight of the moon, stark and captivating, stirred a primal instinct deep within me—a lingering unease that sent a subtle shiver down my spine.

The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of blood and sweat. I stood beside Roy, our backs pressed together as we faced the chaos erupting around us. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow that painted everything in shades of crimson. It was a blood moon, and its presence felt like an omen of the violence that surrounded us.

When it found it's mark, the dust solidified into a long needle like object and pierced the map. "One down, five to go." Rasmosis spoke normally for his assistance to hear. He continued until he had found everyone's families except his own. "It's ok, I'll just find my own way. Nothing new for my bloodline anyway." he said as he pushed through the crowd inside the house "Ok, members of the Blood Moon pack, follow me. Everyone else get back inside." ciaran's voice boomed over the group loudly making everyone scatter quickly.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.