Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.

"Today, I am not a warrior. I am merely a survivor." With a movement that looked like he was losing his balance from his injuries, he staggered forward. But in the midst of his unsteady motion, his hand shot out with unexpected speed, throwing a handful of silver flashes at Brahma Angkara. It was a rain of hair-thin needles, each forged from Soul-Silencing Silver and soaked for ninety-nine days in the rarest of poisons. The venom from the gland of a Moon Scorpion Flower—a mystical bloom that blossomed only under a blue full moon once a decade. A single drop could paralyze a Grandmaster-level Spiritual Beast in three seconds, turning muscle to stone and blood to jelly.

Brad chimes in before retreating into a corner of the room. "We received news from the south. The BlackBloods are preparing an attack on the MoonBlood pack tomorrow night, under the cover of the moonless night. Intel couldn't find out if it's the big one, meant to take over the pack entirely or not, but it's safe to say it is." Damon jumps straight at it and it takes all my self restraint not to look at Brad's face, trying to read it. "What about the MoonWalks? They'll just jump right over?" Andre asks.

My vision started to get blurry as I tried to pry off his figers around my neck. Looking up I saw that the Blood Moon was at its peak and that is the moment that I surrendered everything to the darkness.

Blood Moon is a lie and a truth at once. The moon doesn’t bleed; we do. But the sky does turn to a bruise, and the light does arrive wrong—thick, red, as if the night has held its breath too long and is ready to exhale something we can’t swallow.

Somewhere beyond them, water flowed steadily, its soft sound helping to calm his restless heartbeat. The moon was high in the sky, a perfect circle with a hint of red coating it, something no human naked eye would ever be able to pick up. The Blood Moon. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, never had he been more nervous about anything than he was now. It was then, the most heavenly scent he had ever smelt hit him with great force. It was sweet, fresh and intoxicating, so pure and addictive it stole the breath from his lungs, making him not to think straight.

Carlito said. "Well...let's say change is a constant factor," I shot back at him, meeting his gaze before offering him a seat directly opposite me. We both sat down and did not waste time delving into the reason why he and his men were in my pack. “There’s something Blood Moon possesses,” he began, folding his hands together. “A priceless asset. And a woman,” he said, gesturing how priceless it was with his finger. I frowned, leaning forward slightly. “You’re going to have to be more specific here if you want me to understand you better,” I said, my brows furrowed.

“She was a child.” “And now?” The man's gaze returned to me. “Now she's awake.” My wrist burned hotter. I cried out. Adrian immediately turned. “Lena?” I grabbed my arm. The silver lines were spreading again. Up my wrist. Toward my elbow. The stranger watched with fascination. “Yes.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “The Moonblood is awakening.” I looked at Adrian. “What does that mean?” His face was pale. “I don't know.” The stranger laughed.

A hunter groaned and tried to rise. I turned toward him. The silver light around my body brightened. He immediately fell back. The stranger stepped in front of me. “Control your breathing.” “I don’t know how.” “Then listen to your heartbeat.” “My heartbeat?” “The Blood Moon responds to emotion. Fear makes it violent. Anger makes it destructive. If you allow it to control you, it will consume you.” I tried to calm myself. But all I could think about was my father. He was lying only a few steps away, trapped in the body of a monstrous wolf.

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth