Midnight Blood Novels & Stories

"You're six months along so that baby's not going anywhere. Don't think you can get my sympathy by pretending." Just then, my mother-in-law gasped, "Blood! Shirley's bleeding!" Matthew spun around, his face white as a sheet. Shirley was sobbing, scared, asking if the baby was going to be okay. Matthew whipped out his phone and dialed for help, telling her everything would be fine. One of the relatives noticed something and spoke up, unsure. "Cindy... Cindy's bleeding too." Matthew glanced at me, frowning. Shirley burst into tears, claiming I pushed her and then faked my own injury with chicken blood to look like I was in trouble.

Pinned at the very top is a glaring red warning from the Dorm Manager: [URGENT: BLOOD MOON EVENT. [Power grids disabled due to severe magnetic interference.] [WARNING: During the Blood Moon, all Dark Creatures and students in the Evil Factions are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from leaving their rooms.]

Lisa felt dizzy as the memories came back,the party,the blood,so much blood,she screamed thrashing the nightstand. “Tell me it's all a dream,a very bad dream,I didn't murder anyone, I wouldn't stoop that low”Lisa slowly buried her face in her laps.she saw all her years of hard work washing down the drain, she'll end in jail, Ethan would call off their engagement,her life was perfect why now.She heard the maid whimper from her side. “Just shut up,who's supposed to be crying,you or me whose life has been ruined,just get out, get out”she screamed,the maid scampered away for safety,she fell backwards on the bed, everywhere was so silent she could hear her heartbeat.

The first Moon-born noticed immediately. “You’re becoming like us already.” Lira’s chest tightened painfully. “I don’t want to lose myself.” The woman’s expression softened. “That’s the cruelest part.” “What?” “You don’t lose yourself all at once.” Silence. “It happens piece by piece.” The wind across the battlefield suddenly changed. Colder. Sharper. The first Moon-born looked toward the crimson moon immediately. Her expression darkened. “Midnight.” The High Enforcer’s face tightened. “What happens at midnight?”

He looked mesmerized, drugged by the sheer volume of ancient magic rolling off the witch in waves. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Morana purred, her voice like velvet dragged over gravel. She stroked Sayler’s hair with a tenderness that made my skin crawl, her long, pale fingers combing through his dark curls. She wasn't looking at the boy, though. She was looking at me, her void-black eyes dancing with amusement. "The Blood Moon. It only occurs once every century. It is the night the Veil between the living and the dead is thinnest. The night power flows like water, and the old things wake up."

Almost electric. They had to be. Tonight was the night. The clock on the suite wall was ticking down to midnight, and the second the buzzer sounded, I would officially turn twenty-one. In the human world, twenty-one just meant legal drinks and bad decisions. But in our world—the hidden world of the Bloodmoon Pack—twenty-one meant the awakening. The exact moment the dormant scent of your fated mate finally unlocks. "Are you nervous?" Sarah asked, stepping up beside me and handing me a fresh drink. Her eyes darted down to the ice where the red lights were flashing, signaling the final two minutes of the third period. "About the mate bond?"

Marrow leaned forward as far as the chains allowed. “Tell House Drayce,” he said, voice low, “that the Moonblood is weaker than they think. Tell them the wards fail at midnight. Tell them—” The guard slammed the door shut. Marrow sat back, satisfied. The message was out.

POV: Lord Silvain Mordaunt | Blood Club, Soho The blood club looked best at midnight, when the candlelight had softened everything and the guests had been drinking long enough that the social performance had relaxed into something more honest, which in this particular room meant more openly corrupt.

Scrolling, my pulse quickened as I read snippets aloud. ‘In old folklore, the Bloodmoon marks a night of awakening. When the veil between worlds thins and the primal ties of fate are revealed…’ My eyes caught on the last part, ‘an ancient bloodline awakens.’ ‘…Some believe it is when the ancient bloodline that has been extinct for thousands of years will be reborn. On the hundredth Bloodmoon the ancient bloodline will awake once more.’ “Huh.” I swallowed my throat dry. I pushed back from my desk rubbing my temples. “This is all ridiculous. A Bloodmoon doesn’t exist, it’s just something that exists in stories, stories you tell your children as a ghost story.”

Across the fortress, I felt Naia stir, felt her daughter respond to the same call. Riven was already awake, his silver fire blazing, his eyes fixed on the window. "It's time," he said. I crossed to him, my hand finding his. Together, we looked out at the sky. The moon was rising, full and round and terrible. But it was not silver. It was not white. It was the color of blood—deep and dark and ancient, a crimson eye staring down at the world below. The blood moon had come. --- Riven The fortress woke to the sound of howling.