Blue Moon Novels & Stories

He sort of chuckled at his own clever terminology. “It’s not a super moon. It’s a blue moon,” I said, “and I don’t know. But I do think maybe I should try to see what they’re talking about.” I didn’t tell him I’d tried the night before and failed. “I’m just a little nervous about it still.” “I don’t blame you, but I don’t see what harm it can do. If you’re nervous that something’s going to happen, and one of them happens to know about it, wouldn’t it be great to find out in advance?”

“Do you know what a blue moon is?” Caught off guard by the question, instead of a revelation, Cadence wasn’t sure how to respond. “I… don’t know. It’s just an expression, isn’t it? Like ‘see you around’?” “Sure. Usually. But a blue moon is a real thing, too. And sometimes people get confused and think it’s something it isn’t.” “Grandma, I’m not following,” Cadence replied, scooting back against the couch. “Some people think a blue moon is when you have an extra full moon in a season—and technically, that’s true. But it can also be when you have an extra full moon in a month—at least for our purpos

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

I leaned against the stone railing some. "It's impressive." He looked at me. "You're quieter than most people in your spot." "What do you mean?" "Most new Lunas would want attention," he said. "Or complain about how they're treated." I shrugged. "I'm used to being ignored." The words came out before I could stop them. Kael's eyes got sharper. "Silvermoon treated you badly." Not really a question. I looked out at the trees. "They had their reasons." "What reasons?" I hesitated. How could I explain years of whispers, insults, and cold looks?

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

Her head jerked back and a sharp gasp of air sucked into her lungs as if she’d been doused with icy water. Wolves gathered around in a large forest clearing. Some in human form, some in their fur. The moon was high in the sky and every one of them surrounded a large dais that rose several feet into the air. It looked as if it might have been carved out of an ancient tree stump. A figure dressed in white slowly climbed the steps that had been carved into one side of the tree stump.

‎ ‎Aaron leaned forward conspiratorially, "The Blue Moon happens every three years. It's one of the oldest traditions around here." ‎ ‎"It's supposed to be connected to werewolf mates," Ivy explained. "Old legends say the moonlight is strongest that night that it pulls fated mates towards each other. Couples spend the evening together, families gather, and people usually attend the festival before going somewhere nice to watch the moon." ‎ ‎"Usually somewhere romantic," Aaron added. ‎ ‎Liam rolled his eyes, "Isn't that just Valentine's, but with the moon involved?" he internally couldn't help but feel like this was something a lazy author would come up with.

We have always made it our thing… the blue moon is kinda our thing, it has been our thing for as long as I can remember, it is a family tradition, like new year’s or Easter if you must. I am not even sure if we are going to do that this year, the blue moon is the only time of the year where a werewolf retain their wolf form for an entire day. It happens just once in a year, it will be happening in a few days time and for the first time I am not sure how I feel about it but this year I am not so sure that I am excited for it to come and that is ironic because this is the first year I would be turning on a

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