Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

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.

A guard stepped forward, holding a memory stone. "This is a memory stone from the outer perimeter of the Bloodmoon Pack. The silver mist interfered with it, so the image isn't perfect, but it's clear enough." The projection lit up. It showed me trapped behind the vines, with Lily sneaking in and removing my moonstone, all while wearing a smug smile. Then, she grabbed a branch and slashed viciously at my sleeve. All eyes snapped to Lily, filled with contempt, rage, and shock. "No… T-That's not true…"

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

They had won. Clara lingered nearby, speaking in low tones to a cluster of elders who had gathered at the far end of the hall. Their moon embroidered robes looked out of place amid the practical chaos of bandages and broth bowls, yet their presence carried weight. Tradition still mattered, even after blood had rewritten the rules. A young healer, barely more than a boy with wide nervous eyes, approached Damien with a steaming mug. “For strength, my lord. Elder Rowan brewed it himself. Willow bark, nettle, and a touch of moonroot to steady the shift if it comes too soon.”

She turns to me and frowns, "Xander didn't tell you?" "Tell me what?" My ears are wide open, ready to listen. "It's tradition to always celebrate the Luna Ceremony when at a Lunar Eclipse. A Blo-" "Blood Moon." She nods, "Yes. So I was trying to find more bold and dark dresses because honey there ain't gonna be no moonlight at this celebration." "Is there anything else he wasn't supposed to tell me that he should have?"

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

He simply gazed at me, his green eyes shadowed by emotions I couldn't identify. That's when I understood. He was already aware of the truth. Tina circled me, her tone smooth and taunting. "Your father the genuine Alpha of this pack fell in love with someone he shouldn't have." She tilted her head. "Your mother was no ordinary she-wolf, Gwen. She belonged to a bloodline believed to be extinct." Liam sighed heavily. "The Blood Moon Clan." A chill ran down my spine. I recognized that name. The Blood Moon Clan was among the most powerful and feared wolf bloodlines, renowned for their unparalleled strength and unique abilities.

Come willingly? What the hell was he planning? “I don't like this, the deal was to seal the bond in any way possible,” the stranger said after a pause. “This... was not the deal.” There was a silence. A silence that buzzed with danger. Then Damian spoke again, low and final. “Its not time for that yet, the blood moon is yet to come” Blood moon? Footsteps followed. Louder now. Closer. Shit. They were coming this way.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”