Bloodmoon Strain Novels & Stories

"They mentioned something about hunters in Hecate?" "Ah… with the Festival coming up, that makes sense. I have the Black Moon campus being swept, but Hecate is a little trickier to sweep as they have a lot of magical technology." "I hope everything will be alright… though David seemed like they had it all under control." "They most likely do," I said. "Blood Moon… has a distinct advantage over Black Moon, and by extension Blue Moon." "Like what?" "Money? Power? Connections?" I smiled, swirling my wine. "Black Moon comes in second place in terms of development."

The movement exposes more of his chest, the ridges of muscle painted with the sun’s golden hue, and I quickly avert my eyes, flustered and unsure. He doesn’t look at me as he speaks again, his voice quieter now, as though he’s confessing a burden too heavy to carry alone. "You’ve probably heard the stories... the rumors. The cursed second prince. They call it the Blood Moon Curse. Every full moon, I lose myself. The shift takes over completely... no reason, no control. Just pain, bloodlust... madness. Even when the moon wanes, the shadows remain... haunting dreams, physical agony, moments I don’t remember. Last night could’ve been... a disaster."

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.”

"My days of catering to others at my expense are over. But I can do this much for you. Okay?" Without a word, he wrapped me up in his arms, holding tight. He was warm and strong and a part of me wanted to burst into tears just thinking about how all of this was stolen, these few moments that didn't even belong to me but were being held in trust for his future mate... But it was what it was. "Did you sleep well?" I asked. "You haven't been taking your banshee weed since you left for Dark Moon." "It's been terrible." "Well, lucky for us, I brought back some of the banshee weed from the Dark Moon gardens and the city greenhouse. It's their specialty, much more potent than the strains that grow

The bleeding heart of the King. Slowly, he fell on his knees, in Midst of thousands of bodies, thousands of souls he had sent to hell. As more reddish tears streamed down his face, so did the heavens as the sun vanished, and in its place was a BLOOD MOON, the bleeding heart of the Alpha King, shaking the earth with his pain.

I rushed towards him but before I could get to him, a sharp pain struck inside my head, so much so that I had to wedge my head with my hands. "What did you do," I groaned, trying to contain the pain. "It's not me" Xavier replied with a painful groan, seemingly in the same pain as me. I managed to raise my head and when I glanced at Malachi, his pupils were blue and he also clutched his head tightly, groaning loudly. What was this? I turned to to the mirror in the bar and surprising, my eyes were also blue. "W..what is happening?!" I asked as the pain grew worse. "T..the blood moon has surfaced!" Malachi replied. Fuck!

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

I roll us onto our sides, still buried deep inside her, my knot keeping my seed locked in her womb. My hand possessively cups one breast, thumb lazily brushing the sensitive nipple. My lips find the fresh mark on her shoulder and kiss it gently. “Rest, little mate,” I murmur against her skin, my voice dark and rough with lust. “The night is far from over. I’m nowhere near done ruining you for anyone else.” Outside, the blood moon watches through ancient tree branches. Inside, I claim my mate again and again. Slow and deep. Fast and punishing. Until the line between pain and pleasure blurs and the only name on her lips is mine.

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

The Blood Moon hung heavy in the sky, a crimson omen of things to come. The chill of the night seemed to seep into her very soul as Aria stood in the aftermath of the battle. Ash from the rogue vampire swirled around her boots, carried on the whisper of an unnatural wind. The glowing mark on her chest was still pulsing faintly, as if alive, as if it held secrets waiting to be revealed. She adjusted her grip on the blade, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. The stranger’s words echoed in her mind. Stay away from the shadows. It wasn’t just a warning—it felt like a command, one layered with urgency and something deeper she couldn’t quite place.