Breath Of The Wild Blood Moon Novels & Stories

She knew she could not fight Morgath alone. "Fine," she said finally. "But the second this is over, I never want to see you again." I nodded. It was more than I deserved. Elena cleared her throat. "Good. Now that we have that settled, we need to talk about what happens next. The blood moon is three weeks away. If we do not stop Morgath before then, the curse will spread to every werewolf in existence. They will lose their wolves permanently." "How do we stop him?" Calista asked.

The serenity of the night intrigued Dongyue, who was taking a walk to calm his senses. He had just arrived in this strange island, and what could be the better way to satiate the explorer part of himself by finding his way around? He hadn't expected anyone to be around. It was the sixteenth lunar day of the month, and the eight moons were slightly short of a full moon each. The snowy island was a breathtaking sight even at night. He was amazed by this white wonder, which in the past, he had only managed to see in pictures.

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.

--- 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.

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.

I sit down on the low stone ledge that runs along the roof's edge and look out at the academy grounds below and the dark forest beyond the boundary wall and the sky above it all, which is very clear tonight and very full of stars and completely uninterested in anything happening beneath it. The moon is high. Almost full. In four days it will be completely full and I will feel that the way I have felt every near-full moon since I arrived here, which is in my blood and my power and the underground heartbeat that responds to the lunar cycle with a rhythm that I am starting to be able to predict. I hear the door behind me. I don't turn around. The footsteps are quiet and certain and I know them