Naruto Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The moon was a bruised, heavy crimson, hanging over the Silver Moon Pack like a warning. For most, the Blood Moon was a night of sacred celebration, the time when fated bonds were finally revealed and the future of the pack was secured. For me, Elara Vance, it was supposed to be the night my life truly began.

“Since we set everything, you all know what you’re supposed to do. Meet me at the pack border tonight.” “But it’s a blood moon tonight. We celebrate the blood moon, remember?” Carter said, letting his hands fall on his mate’s shoulder. “We get stronger at that time and we can celebrate after our victory.” He grinned at me. “I like the sound of that.” <<<>>> The blood moon shone down, illuminating me and everyone with me. We were all dressed in black so that spotting us wouldn’t be that easy. The minor problem we had were the really bright hair colors we had around. Azura and Hannah, for example.

Every sound carried the weight of history, of generations damned by blood and bound by power. > “Once the shadow covers the moon,” Bianca said at last, her voice breaking like silk under strain, “there will be no turning back.” Luna’s gaze lifted to the sky. The moon, swollen and red, was already bleeding into shadow. The Blood Moon final omen of their line.

"The bond was created with blood. Strengthened with sacrifice. The Bloodmoon is the moment it can be broken...or bound forever." Mason growled low in his throat. "So, what, we just wait for the moon to turn red and hope you figure it out?" "No," Lyla said softly. "We prepare." Eli rubbed his jaw. "And when the Bloodmoon comes...?" Lyla's gaze drifted to the horizon. The pale moon was no longer pale. The crimson halo had thickened. "Then I make the choice." The moon bled. Slowly. Steadily. The crimson halo thickened, spreading like a bruise across the night sky. The pale surface darkened, shadow by shadow, as though the moon itself resisted the transformation.

It’s quiet but the urgency does not go unnoticed. We do need answers, regardless of whether he is an arrogant asshole. Right now we are on the same side. There are too many crawlers too. We need to figure it out. The very power of the Blood Moon is almost pulsating in the air. I am not sure how they managed to cause so much damage and enter this world, but it has to stop. “Maybe I’ll stand down if you tell me why you need me,” I snarl. “Your blood is what we seek! Stand down if you wish to live!” he hisses.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

“They’re working together.” “I figured that much.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t understand.” His expression sharpened. “Then explain.” “They’re planning to kill you.” That didn’t surprise him. “They already tried.” “This time is different.” “How?” “The Blood Moon.” That got his attention. His body went still. “What about it?” “They’re waiting for it,” I said. “The demon gets stronger that night.” Reece’s eyes darkened. “And Darren?”

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Now they bend to her like loyal soldiers. I should walk away and let her focus. Instead I stand there, captivated, the ache in my chest twisting into something fierce, proud, stupidly hopeful. She glances up and catches me watching. She doesn’t need to say anything, I don’t either. We both know what this means. The Luna I once lost is standing in front of me again, stronger than before, stronger than me, and strong enough to carry whatever comes next. I breathe in, steady and slow, and start planning the night. Because Bloodmoon doesn’t need rumors, they need proof. And under the full moon they will get it.