Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

Ronan ordered, placing himself in front of me. A shadow dropped from the rooftop. Steel flashed. I screamed as Ronan shoved me aside. The assassin moved fast—too fast for human eyes—but Ronan was faster. He caught the attacker mid-lunge, shifting partially as he slammed him into the stone wall. Bones cracked. The assassin laughed. “You’re too late, Alpha,” the man hissed. “The Moon has already chosen.” Ronan ripped his throat out. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. I stared, frozen, horror and something darker twisting in my gut.

And Bloodmoon was more fractured now than it had ever been. They simply hadn’t realised it yet

He revealed and my eyes widened. A rogue attack on Blood Moon??

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.

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.

He took his second hand and used it to aid his other hand that held her neck, trying to strangle her. " Who have you been with?" He thundered. "Tell me, who have you been with" he continued demanding but she did not even understand what he was saying. "Whose fang is on your neck? Which vampire has been with you? Why did he give you this mark. Are you a spy? Tell me, are you a spy of the vampires?" He say , trying to strangle her neck even more. " Damien, father says to go under the moon. The full moon is out. You need to recharge for the lunar moon's powers to begin manifesting" she heard the sound of a young girl say to him at the top of her voice from the entrance of the lair.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color. Strange, but it doesn’t matter to me. “I need to get back, I need to find my way.” I whisper, trying ti move for his arms. “You still don’t get it, do you.” “You smooth talking isn’t going to work, Bram.” Rowan grunts. Bram shrugs, but his focus remains on me, on my face. “Tonight is a transition, Blood Moon,” Bram explains, his voice dropping an low. “Our animal instincts... they aren't something we can just turn off when the moon looks like that. We’ve been waiting. And the mountains delivered you right to our doorstep.”

With a hoarse voice, my wife managed to ask the vampire man who prepared something for her. “Before I answer everything you want to know, here, drink this blood.” Vladimir gently handed me a cup of blood, making my wife look at him doubtfully. With a slight chuckle, he added. “You’re a Monte Cruz, and every Monte Cruz bloodline needs to drink the moon’s blood, known as the Blood Moon Curse. Trust me, it will help.” “The sound of it makes me not want to drink it.” With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle.