Naruto Blood Moon Novels & Stories

“The Moon’s chosen.” Someone further back added, “Her blood could wake the mountain.” I turned, startled. More Moirea had gathered now, circling around the fire. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Some stood behind trees, half-hidden in the shadows, their glowing eyes watching. Hope. I could feel it. Radiating from them. Sharp and dangerous. “Why now?” I asked, my throat tight. “Why would the enemy take me now?” Mira exhaled. “Because the Blood Moon rises in three weeks. And your blood is essential to them just like your mothers. ”

“The texts say the Bloodmoon Mark doesn’t come from nowhere. It comes from somewhere. Somewhere that’s been waiting four hundred years for the bloodline to come back.” The crack stretched a little wider. The not-shape inside shifted, and for a moment, just an impossible moment, I felt something that wasn’t fear and wasn’t quite recognition, but almost both. Relief. Like the other side of that door had been waiting, not to take from me, but to welcome something home.

No careful management of how much he let me see of what he made of all of this. Just Riven, sitting across a table, holding eye contact because he’d decided I deserved someone who didn’t look away. “She said the bloodline will accept you,” I said. “That’s what the letter says.” “Do you know what that means?” “I have a theory,” he said. “I don’t have certainty yet.” I nodded. Filed that beside the other thing he wasn’t certain about yet. The growing collection of things we were both carrying carefully toward the full moon like they were fragile and the ground was uneven.

Why did their eyes, their voices, their blades all come back to me as if I were the center of a story I didn’t understand? The monster shrieked, silver eyes blazing as Dimitri deflected another strike. The sound rattled the air, clawing into my chest until I thought my ribs might splinter. And in that noise, in that moment, something inside me cracked. Images flooded me—not memories, not exactly, but flashes. The pull of the moon. The warmth of a bond. A thread of power coiled tight in my blood, waking. No. No, it couldn’t be real. I staggered back, clutching at my throat, as if I could hold it inside, as if denying it would stop it from breaking free. Jason caught me, his hand steady at my

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

I tried to block it out, to let myself float, but Kieran's raging demands pulled me back to the land of the living. "Tell me the truth, Selene!" I lifted my head, blear-eyed. "I don't— " my throat was sore from screaming. "I don't know what you're talking about." The whip descended again. I gagged on a sob. Somewhere outside the dungeon's little, barred window, the sky had gone dark to a deep crimson. A Blood Moon. How fitting. How symbolic. I was going to die under a Blood Moon. Kieran exhaled a rough breath, stepping back, his expression changing from anger to frustration. He was wearing thin.

But tonight, the valley was drenched in an unnatural, terrifying twilight. High above, the crescent moon was no longer silver. A slow, creeping shadow had begun to eat away at its edge, bleeding a deep, bruised crimson light across the sky. The stars had faded into an ominous slate-grey, and the wind had died down to a breathless, suffocating silence. The cosmic clock had struck its final hour. The Blood Eclipse was here.

Not like a storm. Not like clouds. But like smoke… burning red. Kellan burst through the door, breathless. “It’s happening,” he said. “What is?” Ember asked. “The Blood Moon.” Ember blinked. “That’s impossible. It isn’t due for another four months.” “I know,” Kellan said. “But it’s here.” They rushed outside. And there it was … a blood-colored moon rising before evening had even begun. Too large, too bright, casting an eerie crimson glow across the pack grounds.

"Which is why I don't want you going in there, Maye. Everything is going to turn out fine. The King is going to thank me for bringing back his mate" Maye shook her head. "The future is uncertain Dya. Luna Devika died with her child, do you realize that could afflict her for the rest of her life, bringing her back will only do more havoc than good, we don't want a blood tasty queen!" Shailyn gasped as she instantly jerked up from where she fell, appearing beside Dya in an instant. "What are you talking about, my mistress is going to turn into a what?!" "A blue moon symbolizes another blood moon"

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?