Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

"Because I need both of you clear-headed for what's coming." I traced the way through the Widow's Pass that Darius had suggested. "Darius says this is our best route to the Black Peaks. Unexpected. Defensible." "And what do you say?" Ronan challenged. I met his eyes steadily. "I say we have no good choices. Only important ones." The Blood Moon was coming. Not in the weeks we'd planned for, but in three nights. I could already feel it pulling at my blood, waking the beast that slumbered there.

his lip curled "-on neutral ground, with no armed escort. They want to meet during the Blood Moon." "The Blood Moon?" Beta Drake hissed. "That's two nights away. They're trying to control the terms." "They want us exposed," My Dad growled. "Weak. Disarmed." "They want to trap you," I said suddenly, stepping forward. My dad turned, surprised. I wiped my eyes. "They picked the Blood Moon on purpose. Wolves are weakest during the lunar veil. That's not a meeting. That's bait." He stared at me. Then-slowly-he smiled.

Soldiers are standing everywhere and the place looks like an arena. Blood moon pack... Blood Moon pack have been existing for years and they're known to be one of the most powerful and influenced pack among other packs. When it comes to ranking, it is ranked as the second most powerful and influenced pack after the Blue Moon pack. Kayden, an elderly man is the alpha of the pack. Blue Moon and Blood Moon pack have been rivals for generations. The two never got along due to the fight that happened over a hundred years ago that keeps going from generation to generation.

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

I stammered. "Well, today is the day of the full moon. Given the condition of your cub, and you contact me in such urgency. I guess it's not too hard to guess." My jaw dropped. Though I hadn't met him yet, I had a feeling that he was just the right person I needed now. So, I cut to the chase. "Do you have Moonlit Silverweed?" "I do." "I need 10 grams. ASAP." "That will be 10 Moonstones." "Deal."

They used the strongest wolf's bane on me, the Moonshadow bane. Moonshadow bane was a very rare type of wolfsbane. It would instantly paralyze you, prevent shifting for hours, cause hallucinations and weakness and a lot of other things. I managed to hold on for a while but the pain was getting unbearable. My insides felt like they were being torn apart. A searing ache spread like a wildfire,it was sharp and merciless. I clutched my stomach, I felt like I was going to explode. Morrigan looked over with a worried look on her face.

By the time a strangler vine has rooted down on the ground and can survive independently, it has already strangled and killed its host DEVIL SMILE (attack type) is a soul-sucking sentient plant. It has pristine white buds of a flower. It only blooms by the presence of breath. Whoever saw the blooming of its flower will have its soul trap for the plant's nourishment. ACHILLEA (medicinal type) is a towering grass as tall as an adult man with white spots and can be used in stopping blood flow from wounds. BLOODY MARY TREE (weapon type) is a weeping tree that activates every full moon. Its red sap was akin to a tear, and so it was named that way. Its red sap resembles an amber and can be used as

I clenched my fist, the nails of my own causing a wound to carve on my skin but that did not bother me the slightest bit nor did the smell of my own blood hit my nose. I looked outside the window, only in the hope of the moon, and if anything that worked to calm my anger the nearest amount were the sight of the blood that had started to get through the thick mass of the dark clouds. Yes...blood moon was edge away. I could see the red fully shallowing the moon's white shade and giving its own blood-red color that was the sign for me to initiate my plan and set everything in motion. It was time to do it, and for that first, I needed any of Jasmine's belongings....

she choked. He didn’t stop. His voice went lower, more intense, every word an oath. “You hear me?” he rasped. “This ain’t over. This ain’t done. You are your mother’s daughter and my blood and Silverveil’s Luna. You hold. You don’t bow. Bloodmoon holds.” The world cracked. Baylee sucked in a sharp breath. That word — Bloodmoon. It hit her like a jolt directly to the sternum. Not just emotionally.