Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

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.

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 am I to you?" The wolf didn't move. He simply remained there, forehead against mine... As though protecting me from a pain neither of us understood. * •Third Person's P O V• Far away... Inside Gretonia's private caravan, a hooded figure stepped through the entrance. Gretonia looked up from the ancient documents spread across his desk. A slow smile crossed his face. "You came." The stranger lowered their hood. The silver crest stitched onto their cloak revealed their allegiance immediately. MoonBlood.

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

He didn’t answer right away, but Noah didn’t need him to. He’d seen the way Damien had looked at Maya when she shifted—when Aurora had emerged, white fur and eyes like frozen flame. The prophecy had been whispered for generations: When the moon’s light crowns the sea’s daughter, balance will be broken, and the world will bow or burn. And now, here she was. Damien stood, pacing. “It has to be. No wolf has ever shifted like that. No wolf carries power that bends the airaround them. And the way she fought against Becca

Matteo said and his voice sounded like he was reading a grocery list instead of talking about a massacre. "We have the ledger and we have the bypass device, but you need to sit down and let me check your pulse because the Master Strain is clearly doing something to your head that we didn't anticipate," I said as I walked toward him and tried to touch his forehead but he stepped back with a speed that I couldn't even follow with my eyes.