Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.

I wouldn’t want anything going wrong with my Heir growing in Lyra’s womb. “The astrologers gave a report that the blood moon should start rising in the sky from 7pm tonight,” Damon reported, scrolling through his tablet. I stared absentmindedly at the open space, my mind reeling through possible scenarios of the night that I didn't hear Damon until he yelled out my name. “Jake?” he called again, this time nudging his shoulder against mine, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What were you thinking about?” Damon asked with his brows slightly furrowed.

I reply. He smiles, but it never reaches the eyes. "We shall see." The doors groan open. Inside, the cathedral is all shadow and echo. Candles flicker in the side aisles, but the nave is dark except for the spill of blue light from the rose window. The mosaic depicts the Sun Father in triumph, arms raised above a field of supplicants. The artistry is exquisite, but the faces are blank, empty ovals. I wonder if the artist ran out of patience, or simply found it too painful to finish.

Blood Moon Bride - Part 1 Isla stood barefoot in the moonlit clearing, the white silk dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was thin, almost translucent under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon, leaving little to the imagination. Her heart hammered against her ribs as the entire pack gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar. Hundreds of glowing eyes watched her with a mixture of hunger, curiosity, and reverence. Tonight was the Blood Moon Ceremony, the sacred night when the pack chose a human bride for their future Alpha to ensure strong bloodlines for the next generation.

They had been working with the newborns. “Thanks, guys,” Thea said. "What's going on?" Quinn asked as he bounced one of Thea's pups back and forth in his arms. “We need to get to Moonbeam. Doris said they’re being attacked by vampires.” “I’ll get a car,” Xavier said before disappearing. He moved so fast no one could see him. The newborn cages were in an underground, reinforced bunker specially designed to contain vampires. Alpha Ledger’s construction company had built it immediately and quickly, with materials supplied by Alpha Stoll’s manufacturing supply company. They had combined their packs when they finally marked and mated.

Both males grunted with pain as they were thrown away from him. Joy had a horrible suspicion that Moon was under the influence of what some of her clients had referred to as a breeding drug. Mercile Industries had created an experimental concoction that sent the males into a nearly violent desire to have sex. The company had used it to force them to have intercourse in an attempt to impregnate the Species females. While under the influence of the drug, the Species males could become dangerous to anyone who got in their way. The men still attempting to subdue Moon were both injured. It dawned on Joy that they might have to seriously hurt him in order to restrain him. Memories surfaced of the

A blood moon rises on the horizon, painting the ground with a bloody glow as it creeps closer and closer to the grounds of Emerald Moon, where a woman is beginning to feel the signs of labor. The packhouse comes alive in preparation for the arrival of an heir, while a group of cloak-clad figures also gather around a circle where a single woman lays bleeding from her wrists, ankles, and neck. As her blood stains the carved pendulum beneath her, the wind begins to swirl, and the dark beast's grunts and groans can be heard echoing around the cave they are safely tucked away in.

The massive gates creaked open. Moon walked in with Rain on his back. Atam and the others followed in the carriages. Without delay, Moon rushed toward his section. Vegas and his mother followed, alongside Captain Caleb, Atam, and Malov...but they were all locked outside. Inside the dim, cold room, Moon placed Rain on the bed. Without thinking, he bit down on his neck. Blood flowed. Using his claws, he cut his palm and let his blood drip into the bite mark. "Please…" he begged, his vision blurring.