Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle. "Don't be stupid; that was just a name. The term "Blood Moon Curse" does not refer to being cursed by the moon. The moon gave it to the Monte Cruz family as one of the selected families to help balance the vampire realm. It was a gift to be able to control the vampire's natural bloodlust. It's a medicine and meal given to them on their first day of awakening, but because something happened to them, you must take it, or you'll never be able to control the Monte Cruz blood that lives within you. And who knows? You might end up killing everyone you care about." With a stern voice and look, Vladimir explained the truth about the blood

She paused, inhaling deeply, her fingers trembling. “Some of these mixed breeds began to show signs, unusual behavior during blood moons. It was rare, so no one paid much attention. But eventually, the cravings became darker. Some started to thirst for blood during those nights, transforming into something even their own families could barely recognize,” she added, her voice growing unsteady, as if haunted by the memories she conjured. “Some of the couples in love faced significant challenges,” she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow.

“There are legends. Stories about those born of the Blood Moon.” A chill ran down Eve’s spine. “Blood Moon?” Luca nodded. “It’s an event that happens once every century. It’s said that when the Blood Moon rises, a wolf of immense power is born. One who can change the balance between packs forever.” Eve’s breath caught. Damien smirked. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Luca shot him a glare. “This is just a legend. There’s no proof—” Damien cut him off. “And yet, Eve just froze a rogue in place without even touching him.”

Children of the Moon Clan are extremely rare. Children born from the Dawn, Sun, and the Sunset Clan are not. It was difficult for the Moon Clan’s females to get pregnant and that is why they aged slower then the other Clans. Fifty years in the Dawn, Sun, and Sunset clan was only twenty in the Moon Clan. But a night between the Moon Clan Princess and the Dawn Clan’s King Janus one night at a party made Princess Luna a target. Having no other choice, Princess Luna gave birth to their child and sent her through a portal into the Human Realm. When she dropped her little baby girl off at the human hospital in Montana, she named her Nyx Aurora.

She was basically the natural bane of any rapidly regenerating Beastman! “Mmm. What you experienced is an exclusive ability of Moon Wolves. It is called Bloodline Repression.” Galbraith had a rare stern expression on his face as he spoke. Usually, he would have been making a fuss about how he was a genius that was able to recognize something that even his brilliant wife had been helpless in identifying, but the gravity of the situation at hand did not allow him such a luxury.

Lucian’s flames ignited. “Say another word about my child.” Azrael laughed. “You still don’t understand, Lucian.” He raised his hand. The sky turned red. A gigantic blood moon appeared above them. Amara’s eyes widened. “That moon…” Azrael’s voice became almost gentle. “Every cycle had a moon.” The moon began cracking. “But this one…” A golden eye opened inside it. “…has a Blood Moon.” Lucian stared upward. Then the golden light inside Amara suddenly pulsed violently.

Jason shoved me back, his body colliding with mine as he blocked the path, but the force of the predator’s swipe sent him staggering. I hit the ground hard. The world tilted, spinning, and when I looked up, silver eyes glowed above me. Claws reached out, closer, closer— And then Mateo was there. He slammed into the creature with a roar that shook through me, raw and feral. They crashed into the earth, claws against steel, snarls tearing through the night. Blood sprayed, hot and metallic, and I couldn’t tell whose it was. My heart thundered, panic clawing at my chest, but I couldn’t look away. Mateo’s eyes—burning gold, blazing wild—met mine for one instant in the middle of the chaos. A promi

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.