Bloodmoon Novels & Stories

Not like a storm. Not like clouds. But like smoke… burning red. Kellan burst through the door, breathless. “It’s happening,” he said. “What is?” Ember asked. “The Blood Moon.” Ember blinked. “That’s impossible. It isn’t due for another four months.” “I know,” Kellan said. “But it’s here.” They rushed outside. And there it was … a blood-colored moon rising before evening had even begun. Too large, too bright, casting an eerie crimson glow across the pack grounds.

she declared. She left and picked up other leaves she could lay hands on. She shredded them and used them on the places she had applied Silverbane to, on Nova's body. She was covering her tracks and the Silverbane she had used. Werewolves could detect smells so quickly, so she has to conceal that she had used a mark remover under the full moon. Without the full moon, it couldn't have been possible, she knew it, it was a temporary remover, but by the time the marks would become visible again, she would almost be achieving her ambitions she thought.

Framed perfectly by the window it offered just enough light to see my mate, my cruel captor. “It’s a blood moon,” he began, pinning the curtain back, allowing its peculiar light to beam upon us. I saw his weapon of choice now, a bamboo cane reaching down to his knee. A quick glimpse shows a furious red streak across my shins where the first strike hit. /Keep him talking, don’t let him hit the baby!/ “What does that mean, master?” “It means it’s the end of days. Well, that’s what superstitious idiots like White Forest and Shadowlands believe anyway.”

What the hell has she just read? Mr. Trainor drew a deep breath, realizing how terrified his wife was. "Talk to me, honey." "Tomorrow is the full moon." Mrs. Sparks straightened slowly. Mr. Trainor darted a glance at their door that was open, then rushed to shut it. "Be careful, Josie is wondering about the house. Yes, tomorrow is another full moon, are you just knowing?" "No." Mrs. Trainor shook her head. "Tomorrow is a special full moon, the blue full moon, all werewolves living among humans must turn at least one human into a werewolf."

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

He said, waving for me to follow him. “Oh, fun.” My voice was heavy with sarcasm as I flipped my black fedora on and followed him out. The drive to the Shelton house in Bloodmoon took about two hours. It was a quiet neighborhood. Though I expected that Bloodmoon would be a peaceful place for years, I think the last time something big went down here was the massive ‘earthquake’ the Incubi Luna caused when her kid sister, the now Delta female of Bloodmoon, was kidnapped. Maybe that’s why vampires and other species have issues with wolves. The kind of power some of them possess is crazy.

The moon was a bruised, heavy crimson, hanging over the Silver Moon Pack like a warning. For most, the Blood Moon was a night of sacred celebration, the time when fated bonds were finally revealed and the future of the pack was secured. For me, Elara Vance, it was supposed to be the night my life truly began.

Demanded my assignment be voided by Alpha authority. The elder looked at him. At the parchment Kael had shoved across the table. At the sealed mark of Everglades. "Blood-moon sealing is absolute, Kael. Even for you." Kael's hands flattened on the wood. Claws extended, gouging five deep tracks. "She's mine." "Was yours." The elder didn't flinch. "The covenant says she chose. You cannot un-choose for her." Kael stared at the gouges. At the wood splinters. At the blood where he'd cut his own palms without feeling it.

A blood moon. A vision, a whisper, a promise. She saw herself, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair ruffled by the wind. A crown of thorns upon her head, and bloodied hands. She was a queen. And she was a killer. You are a weapon, Rhea Mooncrest," echoed the voice of the Moon Goddess within her mind, a harmony of power and wise elder. "You are the blade that will sever the bonds of old. You shall need to walk with darkness to find the light. The blood moon is ascending for you. Choose your path. And then, choose your kill.".

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.