Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

"Anyway, rather than struggling here… Why don't you go to her now to explain? It's almost the blood moon, you know." "Blood moon?" I look towards the infirmary window, and it's true, the moon is almost full, and it's getting redder every night. Not even humans can see this bloody thing, as it can only be seen by supernaturals or horny creatures like the dogs. "Mhmm, before the dogs claim her, you know," Trixie says just as the dogs howl. "You know, I sniffed her earlier and smelled dog spittle. I think she's also a mate with that dog."

he looks at Cameron who nods in agreement. When we were in the tunnels, Drew explained to me what it means to be a Blue Moon Wolf. It is a rare, unique combination of Gibbons and Eclipse. Eclipse Wolves are so rare because when they mix with any other type of wolf, it either blends with the dominant gene and becomes something different, like with Bash, or the gene goes dormant and the other wolf type comes forward. In Drew's case, one of his ancestors had been an Eclipse Wolf, and simply from the luck of genetics, he got just enough of that heritage that when it blended with his family's strong Gibbons bloodline, it became something rare.

I retorted, wiping at the side of my face. Across the table, Toby snorted. “Drake isn’t wrong, you know. Hell, with the blood moon coming up, maybe you could even mark her again.” My fork froze halfway to my mouth, romaine completely forgotten now. The blood moon. The rare time when, allegedly, broken mate bonds could be reforged—if two lovers who once had a fated bond, broke it, and fell in love again were to mark each other in a place where the full moon was visible in the sky.

His voice drops dangerously low, “This doesn’t concern you. It is between her and me.” “Yeah, but if you make it permanent, it makes her our Luna,” Eva reveals. “She is a half-breed. She can’t be Luna.” “It isn’t up to you to decide on who the Luna is. If she accepts me as her mate, she will be Luna.” “Halfbloods struggle with offspring. She will bear weak pups if she can get pregnant at all,” Eva says. So what? Lots of women can’t have children. Fuck this heiracy shit.

As the drinks flowed and the mood at the table eased, Raven finally broached the main topic. “Luna, as I mentioned, the Blood Moon pack is facing a dire epidemic. We’ve heard that Moonshade Valley has the most skilled healers in all of Gloomwood, which is why we came here seeking your aid. Of course, we are not asking for charity. Blood Moon is ready to compensate you generously if you agree to assist us.” At last, the moment she’d been waiting for arrived. Lyra set her cup down, a flicker of interest passing across her beautiful face. She spoke:

Mum instructs, as Osric, Embry, and Jonathan take their positions at my sides. “Raven Bloodwrath, do you accept your title as Luna of Blood Moon, are you willing to swear to protect, guide, and provide for Blood Moon alongside your mates as you do for Wolf Creek? Will you dedicate yourself to becoming mother to both packs, to nurture and care for them as your own pups?” Mum questions after I kneel, she holds the black stone carved goblet, that holds our blood.

“We know what moonfire looks like, Arden.” My voice finally clawed back. “What is moonfire?” Silence fell over the whole clearing. Every rogue watched me like I’d asked how to dismantle a bomb. Nira’s voice lowered into something careful. “It’s ancient. Rare. It shows up in pure lines—wolves touched directly by the Moon’s blessing.” She held my gaze. “It shows up in Luna-blood.” My stomach dropped. Luna-blood. Arden swore under his breath. “Stop telling her stories.”

The books her father kept in his study old pack records, histories from before the Ashcroft borders were redrawn contained references to a specific bloodline. Not common knowledge. Not the kind of thing discussed at pack meetings or taught to young wolves. The kind of thing recorded because it had happened and record-keeping was its own form of respect for what had been. The moon born bloodline. Healers. Wolves born with silver eyes, marked from birth by the moon rather than the pack. Immune to silver burns the metal that weakened and burned every other wolf left no mark on Moon born skin. They could draw sickness from other wolves’ bodies through touch. The moonlight responded to them. They

Once again, I stand on the private balcony of the apartment. My mood is low as I stare out into the forest. It's sundown, just a few more weeks and the full moon will be here again. Then it is time for mating and celebrating in Blue Blood, an old tradition Luna Serene told me about. She, too, had found her mate during this time and they had conceived their eldest son on the same night.