Naruto Blood Moon Novels & Stories

Blood welled, dark and thick, dripping steadily onto the sheets. The runes drank it. The silk pulsed, heat rushing beneath my back. My stomach clenched as warmth spread through me, settling low, in my womb. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Next was Aiden. He didn’t hide his disgust as he approached, his icy eyes narrowing on me. He cut his palm with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, and let his blood fall. The runes blazed brighter. The warmth inside me grew hotter, invasive.

“We march east before the moon wanes. That rune belongs to Blood Moon. And I am going to rip it right off his corpse.” ​The pack link flares. The guilt and desperation of the last three days instantly burn away, replaced by the hardening diamond of our resolve. The blood moon’s call is a drumbeat in our veins, and we are finally going to war. ​

“The child of the Blood Moon was created for its restoration." The words bounced off the walls, reverberating through the chamber. When I turn to Oravx, all colour is drained from his face, leaving his skin the shade of wet ash. "But…” he begins slowly, "...every single record says that the birth of a child of the Blood Moon brings nothing but ruins." “Every surviving record,” the Keeper corrects him. “There's a difference." She raises her staff and points towards another section of the mural that we missed, it had been hidden in the shadows.

The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift. Two men stepped out from the shadows, blocking their path. Both wore dark hoodies, and each held a knife glinting faintly under the streetlight. “Your luck runs out here, Moretti,” one of them said. Before Isabella could react, Matteo’s body shifted — not in panic, but with a predator’s precision. The first man lunged, and Matteo caught his wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the ground. He struck him in the ribs with a brutal efficiency that sent the man staggering back.

"He carries the Moon Blood. If he detonates here because you blocked his path, your blood will be the first to boil." Goran's face paled at the words "Moon Blood." He took a step back, his eyes widening as he stared at the bundle in Rakar's arms. The whispers in the crowd changed tone, shifting from anger to fear. "Let them pass," Eldric commanded. "This is the decree of the Elder Council." Goran gave a rough snort, then spat on the ground near Rakar's boots before finally stepping aside. "This isn't over, Traitor." Rakar didn't care. He immediately accelerated his pace, half-running toward the eastern side of the settlement. The rushing sound of water began to grow louder, as if calling to

Instead of offering it hilt first, he reversed it and placed the bone blade across both her palms. “This is the Blade of First Blood,” he explained. “During the rite, the Luna draws a single drop from her Alpha’s palm and offers it to the moon. The pack tastes the bond through shared earth and sky.” Ashley closed her fingers around the hilt. The bone felt warm, almost alive. “And if I refuse?” His lips curved. “Then the rite fails, and we start over tomorrow night. And the night after. Until the Goddess is satisfied.” She smiled despite the solemnity. “Stubborn.”

Then, he handed me the blade. My hands shook, but my resolve didn't. I cut a thin line across my own palm and offered it to him. Lucien groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, and pressed his mouth to my skin. As he drank, I felt the light inside me flare, being drawn into him, weaving our DNA into a single, unbreakable cord. The Blood Bond was closed. He entered me in one slow, devastatingly deep thrust. The light in the room detonated.

"The Bloodmoon rises in three days. You know what that means." I do. Every forty days, Vorrak's face burns brighter, and the night becomes a hunting ground for things that should stay hidden. The cursed, the moonbound, the creatures that thrive on desire and violence. It's a night when the smart stay indoors with their doors locked and their prayers whispered to Irethiel for protection. But I've never been particularly smart. "I'll be fine," I say, brushing past her toward the path that leads back into the village. "I'm always fine."

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

I clenched my fist, the nails of my own causing a wound to carve on my skin but that did not bother me the slightest bit nor did the smell of my own blood hit my nose. I looked outside the window, only in the hope of the moon, and if anything that worked to calm my anger the nearest amount were the sight of the blood that had started to get through the thick mass of the dark clouds. Yes...blood moon was edge away. I could see the red fully shallowing the moon's white shade and giving its own blood-red color that was the sign for me to initiate my plan and set everything in motion. It was time to do it, and for that first, I needed any of Jasmine's belongings....