Bloodmoon Novels & Stories

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

“Paladin's Aura Zone: Blood Moon.” The sky immediately became blood red, and day turned into night. The Slenderman was taken aback. ThIs EnErGy... “Fall, blood moon” Willow’s voice sounded throughout the sky. The Slenderman looked up, just in time to see a glowing red moon smash him in the face and send him back down to earth. His screams were the last thing He heard, before the moon impacted the planet, causing a massive explosion.

Her knees buckled, and she felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sudden surge. Kael’s hand shot out instinctively, gripping her shoulder with an iron strength that made her wince. “Step back!” he commanded, voice low but resonant, reverberating through the clearing. Rowan stepped closer, arms raised slightly, calm but firm. “Do not let them provoke you. Stand still. Control you’re…” He stopped, realizing that she couldn’t control the surge. Dante’s grin was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. “Relaxing isn’t an option right now,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Feel it, accept it, but don’t fight it. Not yet.”

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

"Because I'm connected to some kind of prophecy. One that involves ending your bloodline." Damon let out a low growl, but Rowan held up a hand to silence him. "Dreams can be many things," he said carefully. "Memories. Fears. Sometimes... visions." "You think this was a vision?" I asked, though part of me already knew the answer. "The Blood Moon is in three nights," he said quietly. "It's a time when the barriers between worlds grow thin. When ancient powers stir. If Kael truly is alive..." He didn't finish the sentence.

Blood Moon is a lie and a truth at once. The moon doesn’t bleed; we do. But the sky does turn to a bruise, and the light does arrive wrong—thick, red, as if the night has held its breath too long and is ready to exhale something we can’t swallow.

But I knew it was only a moment, and we have to see what Remi and others has prepared, just exactly as Berra said. I drew back slightly to see his face. His eyes still burned like molten gold, but there was something haunted behind them. “You feel it too,” I whispered. His jaw tightened. “The Blood Moon.” We already arrived at Greko Pack. I followed his gaze upward. The sky was no longer black but soaked in a deep red glow that pulsed like a wound. Even from here, the light felt heavy, pressing on my chest, whispering of ruin. A chill spread through me. “The Greko Pack…”

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

Now its torso emerged long ribs like cracked wood, bones glowing faintly from within. “The Blood Moon returns… because I awaken,” it hissed. John turned to Sarah, trembling. “We can’t let it reach the surface. If it walks free” Sarah’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then this world ends.” The sky roiled with a shade of crimson John had never seen like the moon was bleeding into the heavens, the blood moon wasn’t just near, it was being summoned. Sarah’s breathing was shallow, her body trembling beneath the weight of the entity’s presence. Her eyes flickered between her normal brown and a deep, unnatural silver.