Ff16 The Blood Moon Location Novels & Stories

She's breathless and slightly wild-eyed and carrying a page that she should not have, given that it is visibly torn from a book with RESTRICTED COLLECTION stamped in red across the top margin. She sits down across from me and flattens the page on the table between our breakfast trays. "Don't ask how I got it," she says. "I wasn't going to." "Good." She taps the page. "Look at this." The page is from something called “Remnant Bloodlines of the Founding Supernatural Families”, and it's open to a section on coven identification marks. The illustration in the centre of the page shows a seal—circular, intricate, with a specific pattern of interlocking symbols that form a crescent moon over a styl

**BLOODMOON PACK – THE NEXT AFTERNOON** The sun hung high over the rolling hills as the small procession made its way toward Blood Moon Meadow, a vast, emerald land dotted with wildflowers, ancient oak trees, and a sparkling stream that flowed through the heart of the territory. It was one of the pack’s most peaceful spots, often used for training, picnics, or quiet reflection.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

"Calista, you heard him! The caves are the only safe place from the shadow-fire, Move your feet!" "I told you, Kael, I am completely done running!" I yelled back over the loud noise of another blast. Another bomb hit the eastern ridge. It sent a wall of orange fire into the dark night sky. The pale blue searchlights of the Council drones suddenly sliced through the thick pine trees above us. They pinned our bodies in their bright, blinding glare. "Target spotted" a cold machine voice said from a drone hovering right over my head. "The Luna is in the center of the camp. Fire to stop her!"

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.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

Inside me, my wolf paced restlessly, angry and unsettled. Find her. “Keep searching,” I ordered coldly. “No matter what it takes.” Ronan nodded, though I could sense his unease. The car slowed as we reached the Silvermoon ceremony hall. Vehicles from my pack lined the driveway behind us. I stepped out and straightened my jacket. Several women stood near the entrance. Their scents filled the air with fear, curiosity, and desire. Some stared openly. Others quickly looked away. Fools. Fear doesn’t hide prey. It exposes it.

The moon turned red. Not slowly. Not gently. It happened all at once. A crimson circle appeared above the Black Forest, bathing the battlefield in a terrifying glow. For a moment, even the wolves stopped fighting. The High Elder smiled. "The Blood Moon has chosen." Alexander stood in front of me, breathing heavily. Blood ran from a cut above his eyebrow. His sword hung loosely in his hand. But his eyes remained fixed on the enemy. "Everyone," he commanded, "hold your positions."

They were close now—too close. “We’ve been ordered to capture the Blood-Moon Girl,” one of the mercenaries called out, his voice carrying easily through the thick air. “Come out now, and we’ll make it quick. Resist, and we’ll kill you where you stand.” Sera’s breath caught in her throat. They had been found. There was no escaping this now. Caelum stood up slowly, his wings unfurling with a fluid motion, casting a silver glow across the clearing. He stepped into the open, his gaze locked onto the mercenaries with cold, unwavering focus.

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”