Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon Chronicles Novels & Stories

Dad, Liam, Heather… Everyone… Everyone… My gaze moves to the sky, and moon of the darkest bloodiest red watches me. I swear I can see blood falling from the moon at rocket speed hitting the ground. The end. This is the end.

Dusk stains the world red and black, as if the sky itself has bled out over these ruined fields. The horse picks her way through the debris, each hoofstep muffled by layers of ash. We pass the remains of what was once a border village—no name now, no signpost standing. Only a tangle of half-burned timbers and walls that sag in on themselves like broken ribs. The air tastes of old smoke and something sweetly rotted. Even now, weeks on, it clings to the back of my throat.

His next words hit like a blade. “He left a message in blood on the hall floor.” I couldn’t breathe. “What message?” Theo went silent for one terrible second. Then— “The Blood Moon has only begun.”

they laughed together. Octavia did play her music, but it wasn't any song I had heard, the melodies were strange with swaying notes and tuneful pitches. It pierced through the night air and gave me goosebumps. And a moment later, the grass around us stirred. I heard growling sounds coming from the dark. Then I almost jumped onto Octavia, because there were about ten or twenty mountain wolves coming from nowhere. They opened their jaws and growled, surrounding the vampires. The bodyguards' eyes widened in shock as they squeezed against each other. I had never thought that Octavia could even charm even wolves.

Shane says as he leans forward, picking up the new file. “That file there...” I say as I point to the file that is still on the table “...contains all the information of the basic story of how the mirror twins, the future Alphas, fought to the death over the fated mate they were to share. During the fight, both of them went over the cliff at the lookout the pack is named for. Then, a few days later, the young lady who they fought over, jumped from the same cliff. She left a note. There is a copy of it there. She said that it was all her fault that the brothers had fought because she wasn’t good enough for them. She goes on to say that since her mates were gone she no longer had a reason to l

Her pain multiplied, and he had to close his eyes against it. “For five years, you will weep blood before the fiery pits of hell take your soul. On the eve of your next birthday, the blood moon will rise, and the souls you’ve taken will claim their vengeance.” It was funny how he could recall every single word she had said. He could remember her voice and the gurgling as she slowly drowned in her blood. He could remember the blood streaked through her blonde locks and the light dimming from her blue eyes. She had given every last part of herself to that curse.

moon goddess’s magic. To permanently lift this Blood curse, I would need to use every ounce of strength I possessed.With his eyes flaming crimson, Dimitri collapsed to his knees. Every wolf in the Blood Moon pack heard and responded to his heart-stopping cry. They were being disconnected from their Alpha’s life energy, proving that the spell was effective. Dimitri moaned, gritting his teeth despite the agony that threatened to shatter him. Indeed. It was finished! Now that the entire pack had been unlinked from Dimitri, I had the opportunity to lift the curse on her before the Blood Moon vanished.To break the curse, I muttered the spell I discovered in the book of shadows: “Finit vez uño re

No one could be allowed to see what I was about to uncover. One book in particular sat before me—The Moonblooded Chronicles. A collection of forgotten histories, buried and suppressed by previous Alphas who feared what they couldn’t control. Its pages spoke of bloodlines older than the werewolves, of women born under cursed moons with powers that defied all logic. Women like me. Flipping through the brittle pages, a symbol caught my eye—an ouroboros of wolves circling a crescent moon. The Wolfsong Sigil. My mother’s blood.

"Silver Claw has been planning to capture Stella for months. They believe her blood, harvested during the Winter Solstice, could give them control over who can shift." "Can it?" Dr. Emerson asked, looking troubled. "According to the ancient texts, yes," Mason replied. "The Moon Goddess bloodline carries the power to bestow or remove shifting abilities. It's why the curse affected Blood Moon when Silas rejected Stella—her blood, combined with the mate rejection during a celestial alignment, accidentally triggered the prophecy." "But there's also this," I said, pulling the silver box from my pocket. "We found it in the underground archives." Silas took the box, setting it carefully on his desk

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.