Novel & Cerita Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic

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.

Ronan ordered, placing himself in front of me. A shadow dropped from the rooftop. Steel flashed. I screamed as Ronan shoved me aside. The assassin moved fast—too fast for human eyes—but Ronan was faster. He caught the attacker mid-lunge, shifting partially as he slammed him into the stone wall. Bones cracked. The assassin laughed. “You’re too late, Alpha,” the man hissed. “The Moon has already chosen.” Ronan ripped his throat out. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. I stared, frozen, horror and something darker twisting in my gut.

Their noise was getting to him; with pursed lips and narrowed eyes, he sent a warning look to the arguing Alphas, and everyone kept quiet. "Since we were unable to get back the Luna's halo as of now," he started. He felt a headache coming alongside the urge to abandon his responsibility and just drive away to make sure Hazel was fine; the mate bond had been pulling at him since he received the news. "We've been researching other ways to prevent the blood moon from affecting us. We found some ancient documentation about how the effect was curbed, but the ingredients needed to make those things in this day and age are pretty rare, and some can even be considered extinct," Dylan explained.

Lady Genevieve Whitlock’s voice cuts right through the door, sharp and unforgiving. “I don’t know when her wolf will wake up. We can’t drag her to the Temple of the Sacred Moon Bond looking like a sick pup.” I stay perfectly still on the giant mattress, but I crack my eyes just the tiniest bit, scanning the room. It’s a huge suite inside Bloodmoon Sanctuary Lodge. Genevieve definitely paid for it with my share of the Moonfang Treasury. I don’t dare move or talk my head’s pounding from the silver juice the pack doctor gave me, all to keep me from shifting during the flight here.

Finally we reached a door carved with thorned vines. Lucien pressed his palm against the wood and it swung open silently. The garden beyond stole my breath. It should not exist this far underground but somehow it did. A courtyard open to the night sky above where stars glittered like scattered diamonds. Black roses grew everywhere climbing walls and spilling from their stone planters. Their petals absorbed light rather than reflecting it just like Queen mother seraphine's hair and at their centers had a faint crimson glow pulsed like heartbeats. "My mother's blood garden." Lucien moved down a path between the roses. "Each plant is fed with vampire blood mixed into the soil. It sustains them

Soren asked. “Every bloodline,” I said slowly. “Every wolf they flagged. If my uncle has the records, he knows where they all are, the living, the viable, the ones managing without knowing what they carry. The Bloodmoon Mark resets through a bond, mark and Alpha bloodline joining. But the texts said the reset echoes from the bond to the whole pack. The structure.” “And if there’s not just one pack?” Rhydian’s voice was quiet. I stared at him.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.