House Of Earth And Blood Novels & Stories

“I can’t wait to start our new life here, with you and our baby… actually, babies raised in this house. Also I have been thinking, I don’t like the pack name Red Ocean, I think we should call our pack Blood Moon” I looked up at her “Why?” I asked and she smiled “Because it was after that moon that we met and fell in love, yeah we have had our ups and downs but there is no denying that you are the man made for me; the moon goddess never made any mistake when She paired us up in the heavens, it just took me a while to realise just how much I love you. That is why our new pack will be known as Blood Moon.” “It’s perfect, just like it’s Luna”

After a few minutes nothing happened. "Something is going on with you," Zain stated and grabbed her hand. He stared at it then looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "Your fingers are turning black," he said with a raspy voice. Megan looked at her fingers and saw the darkening tips. She curled them and tuck them into her coat pockets "I don't know what's happening." "You should have listened to me." They searched around when they heard a loud strange noise, and before their very eyes, Josie's werewolf body disappeared!

Elena's point of view. Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded.

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

There were fires in the distance. A loud growl came from the mountain, breaking the darkness. It was old, horrible, and ravenous. The Blood Altar's radiance was so intense that it turned the whole horizon red. Serena's voice was so quiet that it was hard to hear. "He's already calling it." "Calling what?" I asked. Elara's face became white. "The thing that was tied to my family's blood... the thing we were never meant to wake." And suddenly the moon broke in half.

The ground trembled as though the world itself had been struck by a colossal heartbeat. From the rift in the earth, shadows erupted in great torrents, writhing upward like serpents made of smoke and blood. Serena’s body arched violently, her scream tearing into the night sky, echoing through the forest and beyond. The shard of the Blood-Eclipse crown embedded itself into her, burning molten crimson against her skin before vanishing into her body. The rest of the fragments, scattered across the battlefield, answered its call—shooting like meteors into her chest, her head, her bones.

The kind that presses against the inside of your skull and makes your thoughts feel too loud. The glyph in my palm flares hot enough to make me gasp. I stumble, breath ripping out of me as the stone beneath the crack doesn’t break— It unraveled. The earth peels open in slow, impossible layers, like it had never quite believed itself solid. Cold air rushes up from below, carrying the scent of damp earth, scorched stone, and something faintly copper. Old fire. Old blood. Eirik swears softly. “Why, why the fuck is it always stairs?”

“You think your silver hair and soft eyes make you untouchable? We all know what you are.” Before she could answer, the ground trembled. A deep vibration, steady as a heartbeat. The torch in Jarek’s hand sputtered and went out. “An earthquake?” he muttered. Elara looked up. “No…” The clouds were thinning, revealing the red disc of the Blood Moon climbing higher. The same unnatural hue from her nightmares. The same that had ended her mother’s life. Horses screamed in the distance. Armor clanked. Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light.

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.