Breath Of The Wild Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The dread of tomorrow and the pull I felt tonight was simply too much for me. The trees overhead left a large circle opening, I could feel the moon on my skin and it was an almost constant battle to keep Nya from coming out. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to” she whined “I know, it’s the damned blood moon, we just need to relax” I told her, knowing I couldn’t take my own advice anyways. I closed my eyes and let my head rest back, the moonlight coating my face, I focused on my breathing and trying to keep Nya in. The sounds of the forest were soothing enough that I dozed off briefly.

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

The fresh, salty scent of the water surrounded me and I closed my eyes inhaling as the strong breeze hit me in the face taking my breath away. I opened my eyes and looked up to notice a big, golden harvest moon shining above us. I glanced over to Adrian to find he had been staring at me. He shifted his body closer to mine until I could feel his body heat. Being near him was warm and cozy like the first warmth you feel after coming inside for a cold day. He followed where my eyes had been up to the moon. They glistened and reflected almost a neon gold under the moon light. My heart started to beat faster.

she whispers. “And it never should.” The moonlight answers her in kind— not as speech, but as song. And the song says only this: > Love is the rhythm. Creation is the dance. And you are both. --- The Final Breath So the story breathes on— through you, through me, through every being that dares to live with wonder. For the Blood Moon was never meant to be feared. It was meant to be remembered. Every life, every story, every act of love or courage—

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

The angelic music played in the speakers around the pack. The torches were lit along the streets and the moon shone brightly in the center of the sky. A shadow was cast over the edge as the blood moon began to form and once it was fully merged it would be time, and later on when the the blood moon begun to pull from its form the horn would blow- indicating that the Hunt had begun. “Are you nervous?” My little sister, Mathilda, asked me. “Hazel isn’t nervous, sweetheart, this is an honor. One that you too might experience in a few years if you’re lucky.” I shifted on the bed and suppressed the growing anger towards my mother.

I frowned “I know what tonight is.” “No,” she said quietly. “You don’t understand.” Something in her voice made my wolf go still. Rhea lowered her voice further before continuing. “The Blood Moon only happens once every five years. For normal wolves, it strengthens instincts and emotions. But for Lunae bloodlines…” She hesitated slightly. “It amplifies magic.” I gasped in shock. In that moment, I felt cold shivers slide slowly down my spine. I stared at her silently. “The magic inside you is already unstable,” she continued. “We both know that now.”

Elena POV The chains around my wrists rattled with every jolt of the carriage. Iron cuffs bit into my skin, leaving bruises that would probably never fade. They weren’t silver, but I was still trapped. Shackled. The wooden floor shook beneath me as the horses dragged us closer to Crescent Blood Kingdom, the home of the quadruplet alphas. The kings. My throat tightened. Everyone whispered about them in fear, as if even saying their names might summon them. Four brothers born under the Blood Moon. Four alphas sharing one throne. Together, they ruled the largest werewolf empire in existence.

I just let the wind brush my face, the moonlight spill over me, the wolf inside stir and hum. We’re ready, she whispered. For whatever comes next. And I knew she was right. Because at Blackthorn, nothing would ever be the same again.

The night air was heavy with rain and pine, thick enough to taste. Baylee ran through the forest, her paws whispering over moss and soil, heart pounding to the rhythm of the wild. The forest knew her—every root, every scent, every shadow. It had been her refuge since she’d left the Ironclaw Pack months ago. Out here, no one whispered her name like a curse or pitied her for the mark that never came. But tonight was different. The moon hung swollen and red above the trees, bleeding through the branches like a watchful eye. The Blood Moon. The night when fate was supposed to reveal what was meant to be—and destroy what was not.