Red Moon Party Novels & Stories

Kavah says grimly. “Let’s cross that bridge if we come to it…” I say to the group. - - - The next night, Bronson and I celebrate the full moon festival with the East Moonrise Pack. It was April, making it the Pink Moon. Everyone is dressed in pink, and the outdoor theatre is decorated with pink roses. The party pulls Bronson and I in different directions, but we agreed on a plan.

Zander had thrown a big party because a royal guest was also joining us. Apparently, a Vampire Prince was coming over, so everyone was pretty hyped up about it. I put on my favorite red dress and headed to the party, eager to catch up with my old pack. The night was alive with anticipation, and the air filled with a sense of excitement and electricity. As I arrived at the venue, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. The open ground was adorned with shimmering decorations, and the thumping beat of the music echoed through the surroundings. Stars and the moon were shining above us. It was one of the best things I missed about my pack in those years.

Dad mutters under his breath while staring at Aiden and me like he's mentally restructuring the future. Too late. The energy in the ballroom already shifted. Servers rush forward with trays while wolves grab champagne glasses and conversations erupt around us. "Moon-blessed." "A power bond." "Incredible." Luna Rachel Hale appears beside Aiden like fate personally summoned her. Elegant, radiant, and absolutely glowing with joy. "Marcus," she breathes, gripping her mate's arm. "Do you feel this?" Alpha Marcus Hale looks calmer, but the pride in his expression is impossible to miss.

Every story I’ve heard is enough to keep me away. But Club Red isn’t like the places my friends have talked about. Their clubs are about dancing and drinking. This one? This one is something else entirely. I push through the ten-foot-tall door. The music crashes into me like a tidal wave. I freeze. My cheeks heat as my brain struggles to process the scene in front of me. Red light bathes everything in sin. Couples dance. Drinks flow. Moans and screams fill the air, mingling with the sharp scent of sweat and sex.

Alinta found a cosy spot for herself and Angela to observe without drawing unnecessary attention. “These people are insane. You’re insane for coming here!” Angela exclaimed. “Oh hush now, we’ve already discussed this,” Alinta sighed mockingly. “That’s the problem! I tried to change your mind before we came!” Angela hissed anxiously. “We’ll be fine; we just need to blend in and mind our own business, on another note, it's almost six so the party is about to begin just relax. Woah look at how huge the crimson moon is!” “I swear, if anything weird happens, you’d better let me take over so we can escape unscathed!”

But something in his expression tightened—something complicated, like recognition he wasn’t ready to admit out loud. “Again tomorrow,” he said. “Earlier. The forest shifts with the moon.” “When is the moon… bad?” He didn’t hesitate. “When Darius watches.” “And when is it good?” He looked at me. Something warm flickered between us. “When you don’t run from it.” I swallowed. “Okay,” I whispered. He stepped back. “Go home,” he said. “Rest. Eat. You’ll feel things more sharply tonight.” “That’s comforting.” “You’ll survive it.”

Hours before the red moon rose… her parents knew. --- Mark Moon stood by the window, hands in his pockets, watching the clouds roll in. Rain tapped gently against the glass, but his focus wasn’t on the weather. He had seen this sky before—years ago, when he was still a soldier in the Eastern Reaches. Back then, the color of the clouds had warned of war. Now, it meant something worse. Behind him, Evelyn sat on the couch, a heavy leather box on her lap. Her fingers hovered over the brass clasp. She hadn’t opened it in seventeen years. Not since the day they found the girl.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.