Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

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.

"You are the most valuable thing inside three hundred miles. We do not kill the well because we are thirsty. We dig it deeper." Cold moved through me, slow. "Your blood, Miss Moongale." He folded his hands on the table. "Do you truly not know what you are? What runs in you?" He told me. In the flat voice a man might use to read a shipping manifest, he told me what eighteen years of not-knowing had cost me. Moonborn blood, he said, was the rarest thing in the old magic. With enough of it, in the right hands, you could forge a mate bond where fate had granted none. You could grow an heir in a womb that had never quickened. You could take an Alpha, the proudest wolf in any pack, and thread a le

“What does my blood have to do with anything?” His expression tightened as he looked down at the photos. “Everything,” he muttered. “Your bloodline is not ordinary. You are... connected to something ancient.” Lysandra’s mind raced, her head spinning with this new revelation. “What are you talking about? How could I be connected to anything ancient?” Kaelen met her gaze, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Because your parents were more than what they seemed. They were part of something... powerful. Something that not many people know exists.”

She said rubbing circles on my hand. I pulled away from her. "Of course he loves me I'm his mate and his wife. How could you even question that?" I spat at her my tears no longer sad ones. "Well he was engaged to a Princess before you because his parents needed their forces to keep the whole of the northern border safe from us." She said with a hint of spite in her voice. "Besides you are a bloodmoon baby that means you are no ordinary wolf. You are a royal as well which means as a blood moon princess you can chose your mate. You could even have multiple if you wanted too. But you have chosen a mate and he's marked you which means you wouldn't be able to take advantage of this gift without p

We went through hell and back to be together but I believe that made us stronger. Nikki has truly been the love of my life, the perfect mother to our pups, and exactly the type of Luna I had hoped for. Tonight we are throwing one last blood moon ball and then tomorrow, I will be passing the torch to David as he has found his Luna. He met Sinead during the last blood moon when he was traveling abroad on business for Carolina Phoenix Corporation.

The witch had watched on, her daughter's pregnant stomach was too big because she had carried the pregnancy for more than a year, holding on as the wolfsbane and silver she was fed took their turns in transforming her body and that of her unborn child. The witch noticed her daughter was very weak and showed slow chances of survival,she had also noticed that an unlikely moon was casting it's shadows in the sky. It was the lunar moon,it was not a likely occurrence in the werewolf world. Legend had it that one lunar moon was seen after a thousand years, no wonder the Alpha of the pack had wanted only his heir to be born under it. It made them powerful, creatures born under the lunar moon were t

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

She didn’t belong to anyone, certainly not these… these monsters… these men… whatever they were. Kael’s storm-gray eyes locked on hers, and the weight of his gaze made her stomach clench. “Mate,” he growled under his breath, voice low, and sharp. “M…mate?” Aria stammered, her voice barely audible. The word sounded foreign and dangerous, almost like a curse. Her mind spun. What was a mate? And why did it make them look at her like that, with a hunger she couldn’t understand? The three men exchanged tense glances. The word hung in the air, unspoken but heavy. Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees.