Breath Of The Wild Blood Moon Novels & Stories

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.

The moon was a bruised, heavy crimson, hanging over the Silver Moon Pack like a warning. For most, the Blood Moon was a night of sacred celebration, the time when fated bonds were finally revealed and the future of the pack was secured. For me, Elara Vance, it was supposed to be the night my life truly began.

The morning light hit them at the same angle, and even before he moved, the pieces seemed to lean toward each other like two things that remembered they belonged as one. “The Blood Moon Crystal wasn’t made,” Zephyr said, his voice dropping into that deeper, more serious tone he used when something truly mattered. “It wasn’t forged or crafted or conjured. It grew. Over centuries, deep in the rock beneath the oldest forest on this continent, fed by the energy of every wolf that ever ran above it.” He slowly brought his hands together. “It was whole once. And it’s been waiting to be whole again.” The second the two pieces touched, the light came.

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.

“And you just saw who holds the key.” Finn flinched, he looked at the glowing water, then at Liora’s steady face and he took a ragged breath. His choice became clear. “The wolves… They're not just animals now, it’s like they’re listening. There’s a pressure in the air, a bad feeling. And the moon…” He looked up, and they all followed. The crescent moon was no longer pure silver; it was stained, tinged with bloody red. The Blood Moon was rising. The promise was now a ticking clock.

Far away, in that red-water world, Collin threw himself against the crack again, teeth bared, howling her name. Not yet, the cold voice breathed. He snarled, wrath like a wildfire, and slammed his fists into the split so hard light bled through his knuckles. Then wake me, he roared back. Or I’ll tear you apart, too. Not yet, it whispered again. Then louder: Bloodmoon. Collin froze. His breath hitched. Bloodmoon, the voice repeated, colder now. Bloodmoon calls. Bloodmoon releases. Bloodmoon unbinds. Collin’s eyes widened.

It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color. Strange, but it doesn’t matter to me. “I need to get back, I need to find my way.” I whisper, trying ti move for his arms. “You still don’t get it, do you.” “You smooth talking isn’t going to work, Bram.” Rowan grunts. Bram shrugs, but his focus remains on me, on my face. “Tonight is a transition, Blood Moon,” Bram explains, his voice dropping an low. “Our animal instincts... they aren't something we can just turn off when the moon looks like that. We’ve been waiting. And the mountains delivered you right to our doorstep.”

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”

Lucian breathes. Araya's blood runs cold. She knows this phenomenon. Heard the legends from old Direwolf tales. "The Blood Moon," Araya whispers. "But it's not supposed to rise for three more nights." As they watch, the red spreads faster. Consuming the blue. Turning day into eerie crimson twilight. The full moon appears despite the sun still visible. Massive. Red as fresh blood. Hanging in the sky like a wound. Every wolf in Drevalon feels it. The pull. The command. The ancient call that cannot be denied.

The fact that she had placed her hands on her hips was definitely not a good sign to continue this conversation, but I pushed forward. “...but it was also because of the Blood Moon,” I finally confessed, my heart pounding in my ears. “The High Priestess wouldn't give me the Moon Orb I needed to save my people unless I took you as my mate.” Daniella froze. “What's the Blood Moon?” My chest squeezed when I picked up her hurt flowing through the mate bond. Her expression looked like it was sculpted in stone, but I already knew what laid underneath those hard eyes staring at me. “It is exactly what it is,” I said in a rough voice. “When the full moon turns red, every wolf in the realm will lose