Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

She was basically the natural bane of any rapidly regenerating Beastman! “Mmm. What you experienced is an exclusive ability of Moon Wolves. It is called Bloodline Repression.” Galbraith had a rare stern expression on his face as he spoke. Usually, he would have been making a fuss about how he was a genius that was able to recognize something that even his brilliant wife had been helpless in identifying, but the gravity of the situation at hand did not allow him such a luxury.

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-"

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.

When it found it's mark, the dust solidified into a long needle like object and pierced the map. "One down, five to go." Rasmosis spoke normally for his assistance to hear. He continued until he had found everyone's families except his own. "It's ok, I'll just find my own way. Nothing new for my bloodline anyway." he said as he pushed through the crowd inside the house "Ok, members of the Blood Moon pack, follow me. Everyone else get back inside." ciaran's voice boomed over the group loudly making everyone scatter quickly.

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

I sat on the steps leading down to the pavement and turned my head up to the sky. The moon was full, gracing us mere mortals with her light. As a halfbreed I had many shortcomings as a werewolf. I couldn't turn into an actual wolf. I didn't feel the pull of the moon and I didn't have a mate. I was destined to spend eternity alone. Spoiler Alert, I was exaggerating. I could find love, I could get married but there was just something about the thought of predestined love that held on to me and wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let it go. The thought of that perfect romance…was just a dream. I sighed suddenly, feeling sober. I stood to my feet and felt the dizziness return. I paused for a while until

“Magenta, rest. Adan will call Nikoa. I’m sure he’ll do it. It’s still early. The sun hasn’t even started to set—” “Brenna,” Adan cut me off. “The effects of the Blood Moon can begin before the moon reaches its full height. I want you to stay in your room until we’re married. I don’t want to take a chance—” “Nothing’s going to happen to me.” I bit my lower lip. “But if you think I’m letting you out of my sight tonight, think again.”

Lucian’s flames ignited. “Say another word about my child.” Azrael laughed. “You still don’t understand, Lucian.” He raised his hand. The sky turned red. A gigantic blood moon appeared above them. Amara’s eyes widened. “That moon…” Azrael’s voice became almost gentle. “Every cycle had a moon.” The moon began cracking. “But this one…” A golden eye opened inside it. “…has a Blood Moon.” Lucian stared upward. Then the golden light inside Amara suddenly pulsed violently.

Then a shadow blocked the sky and MoonBlood was standing over me. He was clapping slowly, with that everlasting smile on his face. I knew he had been waiting for this moment. "Hayden," he said. "Hayden, Hayden. Smarty pants." "Please." The word came out before anything else. I didn't even think of my dignity or any strategy. "I warned you," MoonBlood said pleasantly. He walked toward me with that unhurried gait I knew him to have. He crouched down when he reached me and the smile on his face was enormous and genuinely amused and he pulled his fist back and hit me across the face with everything he had.

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.