Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

High above them all, the banner of a silver wolf beneath a full moon danced proudly in the wind. MoonBlood Pack. The oldest. The strongest. The royal bloodline from which all Alpha families traced their ancestry. Inside the Temple of the Moon Goddess, an elderly woman suddenly stopped walking. Her carved staff slipped from her trembling fingers. The temple attendants rushed toward her. "Lady Seraphina!" "Moon Seer!" She ignored them. Instead...She slowly turned her face toward the moon. Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks. A smile spread across her face. "...I heard her."

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.

My blood pressure spiked so fast I could feel the pulse pounding behind my eyes. She introduced herself calmly as the mother of the man in the now-viral video. And then she smiled. Not a warm smile, but a cold, calculated one. She claimed she knew the whole truth. According to her, the situation wasn't at all what it appeared to be. And then she began to rewrite history. Luna Dora explained—so gracefully, so convincingly—that the Blood Moon and Shadow Packs had arranged a mating bond between their children years ago. That the families were equal in power and prestige.

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.

‘Alpha, you can call the darkness back to yourself. Ronin studied the delta for a while. The corner of his mouth twisted in a grim expression, his green eyes haunted and sad, ‘If what you’re suggesting is a good thing, then why does your face look like you lost your favorite whip?’ ‘The super blood moon ceremony is coming up. It’s a celestial event that will imbue you with unimaginable strength. Before it comes, you have to first weaken the bond between yourself and Luna. The mate bond is of an empathetic nature. She shoulders your burdens in every way because of her love for you.’

I heard my own voice tremble. "The alliance marriage is settled. Next week's ceremony will be an engagement party." He stated it like a fact—cold, clinical. "Black Moon needs access to Red Moon's Moonveil mines—the only source of the Feral Plague cure—and they need our military protection. It's a win-win."

My breath caught in my throat. The Moonbloods. They weren’t like the Blackwood wolves. They were something else entirely. More powerful. More primal. More dangerous. Their wolves took time to manifest, longer than most. And when they did… It changed everything. They shared some similarities with Blackwood but they were blessed with the darker side of the gift by the Moon Goddess. “That’s why she’s like this,” Malcolm said. “Her wolf is trying to awaken, but it can’t. Because her gates are locked.”

“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.”