Novel & Cerita Bloodmoon Strain

“Come on. Let’s make a bond that’ll outlast the damn stars.” Pow! That power didn’t just hit him—it floored him. Literally. He went down hard, knees crashing, body jerking like a marionette on broken strings. Agony chewed through every cell—impossible to describe, like trying to paint pain itself. The Blood Moon’s pull crawled right into his bones, wove itself through his soul. Underneath all that suffering, though? Oh, there it was: sweet, stubborn control. No more waiting for the moon to get its act together. He could yank that cosmic juice into his veins whenever he damn well pleased.

Anderson had requested we discuss other matters and familiarise ourselves before bringing up the illness but as everyone settled in the room, I took a deep breath and spoke bluntly. “Silverstone will not be receiving weapon scraps or Ironclad metals for the foreseeable future.” Callum stiffened, his Beta snapped a sharp gaze at me and his son frowned deeply. “Why? We rely on that supply and you rely on what we give in return,” Callum said calmly. Anderson stepped forward. “Bloodmoon is facing a crisis.” “Its an illness linked to Snowbloom Wysteria and until we know how it entered our borders or find a cure, all Ironclad goods are banned,” I said plainly.

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.

Blood Moon has been climbing steadily in recent years, though, and after hearing my dad’s reports about how they handled the rogue attacks, I’m expecting them to bring it this summer, they are certainly all massive and look well trained. Sam is called in the first round, facing off against a Delta from Opal Moon. She’s good—better than I expected—and gives him a solid challenge. They grapple for a few minutes before Sam finally pins her. She struggles, but his hold is too strong, and she’s forced to submit. I don’t catch the exact time, but it’s a clean, quick win for him.

I turn around only to see him collapse to the ground, sweating, and breathing heavily. “What's going on?” My legs squat before him. He is struggling to let the words out, while his eyes are switching between red and golden. It didn't take me time to understand the Blood Moon is affecting Jay. He is going wild. *Why is it happening to him? I was sure Tessa had given him the antidote.” The cotton screamed in protest, not tearing along the seams, but violently shredding across the chest in an explosive burst. The fabric didn't just rip, it disintegrated into a blizzard of a million fluttering, worthless scraps, scattering against the damp air like startled moths.

I wanted to say something, I really wanted to tell him that there was a mistake, or even a set up… but when I opened my mouth, nothing could come out. “Just like I suspected.” Damon murmured, his hands curled into fists beside him. His body trembled like he was on the edge of exploding. He turned sharply toward the door. “The Bloodmoon” he rasped, his voice low but ringing like steel. “It is in two days… get ready milo.” My blood froze. He didn’t look at me again. He didn’t even spare Daphne a glance. He stormed out of the room, the sound of the door slamming behind him echoed like thunder, leaving behind his last words.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

This time, every muscle in his back went rigid. ​"What's wrong?" I asked, sensing the sudden shift in the air. ​He didn't answer. He carefully lowered me to my feet, positioning himself directly between me and the path behind us. ​Then I heard it—a chorus of deep, terrifying howls echoing through the trees. ​My blood turned to ice. "Who is that?" ​The stranger stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the shadows. "Bloodmoon." ​"Kael?" I gasped, terror gripping my chest.

“The first serum was a fail, it corrupted them, warping their minds, they couldn’t tell good from bad, they feel nothing other than the need to spill blood-“ “I know what the first serum did” “They thought they perfected the second one. They didn’t. From what I gathered, it worked for a while, until they began to go mad as well, at first it was frequent bursts of anger, then a few hours a day, before they knew it, the whole day, spent in agonizing bloodlust. There eyes red and rabid, The only moment of clarity is at night, when the moon is out.” “They shackle themselves to keep it quiet” Zayne observes.

“You want it for, what?” “To finish something we started a long time ago, somewhere far from here,” it said. “It requires a kind of force no managed wolf can produce. Only the third form, in a Bloodmoon carrier after the bond, unlocks it.” Its head tipped. “We don’t need to hurt you. Or control you. We just need you to use it, one time, in the direction we ask.” “And if I say no?”