Bloodmoon Novels & Stories

I reply. He smiles, but it never reaches the eyes. "We shall see." The doors groan open. Inside, the cathedral is all shadow and echo. Candles flicker in the side aisles, but the nave is dark except for the spill of blue light from the rose window. The mosaic depicts the Sun Father in triumph, arms raised above a field of supplicants. The artistry is exquisite, but the faces are blank, empty ovals. I wonder if the artist ran out of patience, or simply found it too painful to finish.

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”

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.

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

A full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting eerie shadows upon the landscape, and illuminating the path for the vampires as they moved silently through werewolf territory. These vampires were not just any creatures of the night, they were meticulous planners, seasoned in the arts of deception and sedition. Their eyes glinted with cruel anticipation, their fangs bared as they tasted the scent of their prey on the wind. Each step was taken with calculated precision, every movement a testament to their resolve. They were there for a purpose, driven by a thirst that went beyond mere bloodlust.

"Hm. But don't you worry. They can't hear us now. They hide inside the deep of this Castle in this broad day light..." "It bothers them? I thought it didn't affect Lady Demelza..." Lilly tilted her head, remembering yesterday afternoon when Demelza welcomed them herself. "Well, vampire, especially noble blood should not be worry about day light but they do hated it still. It also still affect them if they just went through the Blood Moon." He said that and only made Lilly curious even more. "Okay, wait, what exactly is the Blood Moon?" "It's when the Vampire's nature intinc kick. The Moon turned red for twenty four hours and Vampire must go hunting to statisfy their thirst, for blood..."

I rushed towards him but before I could get to him, a sharp pain struck inside my head, so much so that I had to wedge my head with my hands. "What did you do," I groaned, trying to contain the pain. "It's not me" Xavier replied with a painful groan, seemingly in the same pain as me. I managed to raise my head and when I glanced at Malachi, his pupils were blue and he also clutched his head tightly, groaning loudly. What was this? I turned to to the mirror in the bar and surprising, my eyes were also blue. "W..what is happening?!" I asked as the pain grew worse. "T..the blood moon has surfaced!" Malachi replied. Fuck!

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

But I refused to take just any woman as my Mate. Mason chuckled. “Well, one good thing is that the Blood Moon is coming.” My head snapped up as I narrowed my eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? And how is that lucky?” He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “If you don’t choose a Mate by the Blood Moon, then the mating instinct will take over, and you’ll be forced to choose a Mate, whether you want to or not.” He chuckled. “Your hormones will take over, and you’ll be bedding any woman who comes near you. Problem solved.”

My vision started to get blurry as I tried to pry off his figers around my neck. Looking up I saw that the Blood Moon was at its peak and that is the moment that I surrendered everything to the darkness.