New Blood:the Blood Moon Saga Series Novels & Stories

“I can’t wait to start our new life here, with you and our baby… actually, babies raised in this house. Also I have been thinking, I don’t like the pack name Red Ocean, I think we should call our pack Blood Moon” I looked up at her “Why?” I asked and she smiled “Because it was after that moon that we met and fell in love, yeah we have had our ups and downs but there is no denying that you are the man made for me; the moon goddess never made any mistake when She paired us up in the heavens, it just took me a while to realise just how much I love you. That is why our new pack will be known as Blood Moon.” “It’s perfect, just like it’s Luna”

My reaction must have given away this as Eris sighed heavily. "Of course he did not," she muttered and then brought her feet up onto the couch and relaxed all the more there. "I will let your parents go, their blood isn't enough as you already knew, and maybe your blood is what we need. It might be more potent seeing as you are awakened to your other half, unlike your mother." I nodded slowly, though this information plagued my mind. "What do you even need the blood for?" I asked. DJay looked from me to Eris but he was quiet again.

"Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!

It was blood! “What’s happening to me!” I scream. More blood begins pouring from my eyes. Then my nose bleeds. I run the tap and splash my face with water again but more blood appears. I have made it worse. “I’m bleeding from my eyes! This isn’t normal!” I cry. Then I collapse to the floor and black out. BANG, BANG! “Killian, can you open the door!” a voice shouts from outside the door. I wake up to the voice shouting from outside the door. I climb to my feet and look in the mirror. I look like a horror show.

“I get to keep my sister. And maybe, someday, a brother.” Damien looked at her. “You already have one. Whether Gideon likes it or not.” Clara’s eyes misted. She nodded. Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the world in quiet white. Inside, the fire crackled and warmth spread through stone halls that had felt cold for too long. The blood moon had set. A new era had begun.

As the blood moon reached its zenith, casting the entire garden in vivid crimson, King Alaric raised his goblet. “To my daughter and her consort,” he declared, voice carrying across the garden. “To the new era of Valros — bound in shadow, bound in blood.” The guests cheered. Raven looked at Victoria — her wife — under the blood moon, and felt something settle deep in her chest. She was no longer running. She was no longer alone. She was home. And tonight, under the crimson sky, two princesses — the Necromantress and the Blood Princess — had begun their forever.

Rule: The Blood Moon never sets until the debt is paid. Willa leaned her head against the cold window, watching as the stars outside turned into streaks of blood-red light. She was going to do this. She was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that by the time this game was over, Jaxson Vane was the one begging for air.

The room felt too small for the five of us to stand in. For a moment, she witnessed something she hadn’t before: a minor act of violence between the Alphas. Kael’s hand brushed against Dante’s shoulder with more force than necessary, a silent claim, a warning, and a spark of tension that could ignite at any second. Aria’s chest tightened further. The bond reacted instinctively, warmth spreading through her body, the connection between them all pulsing with energy she didn’t yet understand. Selena leaned back, observing with detached satisfaction. “Interesting,” she murmured. “So fragile, so volatile. A girl, and three wolves, and yet even a whisper of doubt shakes them. How… charming.”

Alone at Blood Moon Academy is just alone with better architecture. What I'm not used to is the staring. They're subtle about it, most of them. Quick glances that slide away the moment I look up. Whispered conversations that stop just long enough to be obvious. But every supernatural in this room can feel my magical signature the same way I can feel theirs, and mine is wrong in a way that makes their instincts itch. I open my notebook and start reviewing my morning classes. Combat Theory. Supernatural History. Pack Dynamics and Modern Law. A full schedule with no partners, no study group, no assigned seat that isn't already surrounded by empty chairs. Draven's work is thorough. I'll give him

"The energy is too great. My crystal is already cracked. It won't hold him long. Rakar, you know what this is?" Rakar nodded stiffly, his face deathly pale. "Moon Blood." "Moon Blood?" Revira repeated, confused. "A blood disease? Leukemia?" "Not a disease," Eldric interjected firmly. "It is a legacy. A curse. A gift. Call it what you will." Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside.