Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

I wanted this to be over as soon as possible. “The Moonclad Accord signed and sealed with the moon goddess’ blessing binds us all by word and by blood. One of its oldest and most sacred clauses is the uninterrupted supply of the lunaflower essence from Evergreen’s groves, to be shared among the packs for healing, rites, and bondings. And yet.. for three full moon cycles, Bloodwood has received only fragments of what was promised. Our healer's ration. Our young go without. Your reports are vague and your shipments lighter than ever and your silence... even heavier.”. Father didn't sound angry but he made sure to pour out his frustration into every word he spoke.

There's no breaking a blood moon bond. "We gather under the blood moon," the Elder begins, his voice carrying across the silent crowd, "to witness the bonding of Alpha Remus Caine of Ironmaw Pack and Astra Ashford, Gamma of the fallen Silverwood Pack." "The blood moon witnesses all bonds made beneath its light," the Elder continues. "What is joined here cannot be undone. What is claimed here is claimed forever." Remus holds my wrist tighter to make sure I don't run, his grip cutting off blood flow.

A color that only belong to Bloodmoon wolfs. The red of the Blood Moon. And then my claws, white, gleaming, almost silver, glowing faintly with a quiet divine light. The unmistakable mark of the Moonveil. Ancient. Pure. Lost. A hybrid wolf of two royal lines. I didn’t have time to think.

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

“He believes Moonblood power can be extracted, replicated, and ultimately controlled if studied long enough.” The silence after my words stretched longer than it should have. Because I wasn’t finished. And I hated that I wasn’t. “There is more,” I said quietly. Lila’s gaze tightened immediately. I exhaled slowly, forcing the words out before I could stop myself. “Before he became alpha together with my grandfather and allies from other packs when the population of the Moonblooded dwindled they found... other ways to preserve what they took" I said looking anywhere but her face. “He called it lineage stabilization,” I said. “But it’s not. It’s a breeding program.”

“No, she’ll only feel a slight pain before the bleeding starts. But she’ll be fine after she drinks the tonic in the last bottle. Your friend…” The physician’s gaze returned to Evren again, and this time he took a step closer. “Are you moon born?” he asked. Evren’s breath hitched, and he took several steps back. Zephyr, realizing their cover might’ve been blown, immediately rushed to Evren’s side. “We should leave, thank you for the help," he murmured, grabbing Evren’s hand. “If you’re the one who needs the medicine, young omega. You should know, moon born omegas don’t carry twins unless they’ve been bred by the seed of their fated mate. You might want to rethink…” Evren was out the door and

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

Yeah, no way anyone gets that good in just two months. When the Greystone Silverbacks score in quick succession and take the lead, Harold scrunches his nose, clearly displeased. But my thoughts are far past the game now. How is his brother a werewolf and he doesn't know? I’d heard Shane once talk about true-born wolves—those born into families with a lineage of werewolves. He called it the “natural” way to be a wolf. Was that what Harold’s brother was? And yet, why wasn’t Harold one too?

"My parents conceived us on the third moon. They did not think they were going to have twins. It's rare for us Bampires to have more than one child. When that happened, they had to choose one to give to the council. If they didn’t they would have killed both of us! So, that is why I never got to see my sibling." Every third moon of the year is the only time the entire planet of Bamptilla can try to breed. We only have one chance a year. If you missed that window of opportunity, then you had to wait for the following year to arrive. When the third moon shines at its brightest, the temperature rises to its highest yearly point of 135 Celsius at 10 PM, giving our species a chance to breed on th