Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

I turned to the Witch and said, “I thank you for your help.” She looked shocked that I had thanked her, but she finally said, “I hope that you succeed even though she is my creator. She has lost her way with greed and power. My kind no longer worships her, but we still draw our power from the moon, and we are both children of the moon. Maybe a half breed is not an abomination but the birth of a new generation of the moon’s children.” Her words touched at my heart knowing that the pup that Willow carries within her is part of this new generation and I can only hope that we defeat the Moon Witch so there is a future for my pup and all the moon’s creations.

"Thousands of years ago, long before the rule of King Alastair, the beginning of the moon goddess creations. Her first creatures were known as the Pure Blood Lycans, a set of wolves that walked and ran on their two instead of four, taller than the normal height of a human, faster, stronger, smarter, and a built body structure, most described them as monsters for their uniqueness but they were her pride and Joy.

Both males grunted with pain as they were thrown away from him. Joy had a horrible suspicion that Moon was under the influence of what some of her clients had referred to as a breeding drug. Mercile Industries had created an experimental concoction that sent the males into a nearly violent desire to have sex. The company had used it to force them to have intercourse in an attempt to impregnate the Species females. While under the influence of the drug, the Species males could become dangerous to anyone who got in their way. The men still attempting to subdue Moon were both injured. It dawned on Joy that they might have to seriously hurt him in order to restrain him. Memories surfaced of the

‘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.’

"Wiped out before I was born. Before my mother was born, even." "What bloodline?" My voice came out steadier than I felt. "She called them Moonbloods." The word fell between us like a stone into still water. "Said they had silver coats that only showed during partial shifts. Said they were stronger than normal wolves, faster, and could heal others with their blood." He turned to face me then, and his eyes held fear. "Said they were hunted to extinction because other packs thought they were too dangerous to exist." The room spun slightly. I gripped the edge of his kitchen counter, felt the wood grain press into my palms. Real. Solid. Not like the impossible thing I was apparently becoming. "T

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.