Svtfoe Blood Moon Ball Novels & Stories

I said, "is what the truth serum would reveal." Back at the packhouse, chaos met us. Wolves rushed through the halls, collecting weapons, preparing defenses. In the great room, Kieran stood with Elena and Jax, pointing to different positions on a map. "Where have you been?" Kieran demanded when he saw me. "Perimeter check," I lied easily. "What's happening?" Sienna replied from across the room, her voice tight with tension. "The Blood Moon is coming. Three nights from now." I faked surprise, letting my gaze drift to her hands where Kieran's engagement ring glinted. "That's impossible. The moon cycle—"

She pushes past me and steps out onto the balcony. I follow her out into the cold, red-tinted night. We lean over the railing, peering into the shadows below. "It's a natural phenomenon," Liviel explains, her voice still a little tight. "But the Blood Moon triggers extreme agitation and aggression in all Dark Faction creatures. That includes Reapers, you know. Haven't you felt it?" Agitation. Well, that explains a lot. No wonder I felt like a hyperactive sociopath today. CRASH! Another violent sound of shattering wood and glass shakes the floorboards beneath our feet, yanking me out of my thoughts.

He revealed and my eyes widened. A rogue attack on Blood Moon??

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

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.

Her honey-blonde hair is a riot of curls, her smile a sunrise I’m not sure I deserve. “You’re entirely too cheerful,” I mutter, dragging myself upright. “It’s Saturday,” she says, as if that explains everything. “And tonight is the Blood Ball.” I blink. “The what?” Her grin widens, sharp as a secret. “You really don’t know? It happens every year on the blood moon. Music, masks, revelry…a celebration of everything the Academy tries to pretend it doesn’t teach. Think of it as a holiday for sinners.” The words settle in my chest, humming. A ball. Under a blood moon. My dreams have been steeped in fire and shadow all week—maybe this is the universe’s cruel joke.

Vanya's POV: My fingers trembled as i dialed number after number, my heart racing with each failed attempt. The Blood Moon Ball was approaching faster than I could handle, and my entire career hinged on making this event a success. But with my primary meat supplier cutting ties with me just days before the event, I felt as though the walls were closing in on me. The ball wasn't just another event it was the event. The werewolf community celebrated the Blood Moon with great reverence, and failing to deliver on this scale could ruin me. For life

Silvie said so sincerely. I began laughing like a mad woman. It was uncontrollable and I could hardly catch my breath. “I don’t see anything funny. I am being serious Nikki, when the next Blood Moon comes and you go to the ball, you and Frankie are going to be mates and you’ll be the next Luna.” Silvie said with total sincerity and a bit of pout in her tone.

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.

My breaths were coming hard, and the urge to Mate was strong, stronger than it had ever been before. “The Blood Moon is probably affecting Conner, as well.” A crease formed between Wyatt’s eyes. “Adan, if I may say so, you should be with your Mate right now.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded toward the sky. “Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.”