Svtfoe Blood Moon Ball Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

Seeing the long flames carved by my ability hiding the sky was satisfactory until I saw a bolt of ray striking inside the window piercing my created flames. How the fuck did the rays manage to beat the flames and get inside?! Surely the Blood Moon was the strongest. To my shock, I saw the rays of the Blood Moon securing Frederick's wolf Milo by carving a halo around him. His orbs glowed intensely looking like the red sea made of blood. His ravenous avatar was sprinting toward me and I yet again tried to awaken Fenris. "Fenris!" I hissed this time loudly. TUNG! My gaze shifted to the Blood Moon Clock. Fuck! There were just three minutes to the Blood Moon. Last three tough minutes where my opp

“The Blood Moon robs the oracles of their foresight, Laura. Perhaps you can take away her foresight permanently.” “I can´t allow you to do that.” Old Mia shoots another fireball at us, which I catch in one hand. Whatever power I receive from the Blood Moon has become concentrated in my hands. I act instinctively; the next thing I know, I am up on the dais in front of Old Mia. I grab her head and press my thumbs into her eyes, blinding her. Old Mia screams out in pain, as blood gushes from her eyes. I release my grip on her head and the old crone collapses to the floor, thrashing around violently. I turn my back on her and move to join Nolan. “I am no angel. I´m a werewolf.”

Demanded my assignment be voided by Alpha authority. The elder looked at him. At the parchment Kael had shoved across the table. At the sealed mark of Everglades. "Blood-moon sealing is absolute, Kael. Even for you." Kael's hands flattened on the wood. Claws extended, gouging five deep tracks. "She's mine." "Was yours." The elder didn't flinch. "The covenant says she chose. You cannot un-choose for her." Kael stared at the gouges. At the wood splinters. At the blood where he'd cut his own palms without feeling it.

Instead of offering it hilt first, he reversed it and placed the bone blade across both her palms. “This is the Blade of First Blood,” he explained. “During the rite, the Luna draws a single drop from her Alpha’s palm and offers it to the moon. The pack tastes the bond through shared earth and sky.” Ashley closed her fingers around the hilt. The bone felt warm, almost alive. “And if I refuse?” His lips curved. “Then the rite fails, and we start over tomorrow night. And the night after. Until the Goddess is satisfied.” She smiled despite the solemnity. “Stubborn.”

A cold silence spread across the battlefield. Even the wind seemed to stop. The King Without a Heart’s servant slowly raised one hand toward the crimson moon. “And now…” His eyes burned with quiet certainty. “…the Blood Eclipse can finally begin.” The crimson moon darkened. Not by clouds. But by a shadow that seemed to grow from within it. For the first time in centuries… The moon itself began to bleed.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

Lunaris Dominion, moonhowl pack, grave tooth pack, strombane pack, iron claw pack and blackthorn pack. Some say Moonhowl is merciful. I say mercy’s a lie. A hand waved in front of my face, ripping me from my thoughts. The first thing I saw were the polished boots. Then a lopsided grin. Von. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. “You look… clean,” I muttered. He puffed his chest. “Rumor is, High Alpha Alaric made a deal with the Alpha King. Wants to send a few humans over as tribute.” He adjusted his ragged collar. “Thought if I looked half-decent, maybe I’d be overlooked.”

The lock clicked open and she stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her. The room smelled of ink and Victor-- Cedarwood and smoke. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, falling across overflowing bookshelves and an enormous desk covered with official documents. Everything was orderly just as Victor wanted it. At this point, she just had to be very careful so that he wouldn't know someone came in. As Selene tiptoed across the floor, careful not to make a sound, the only thing on her mind was finding anything connected to the Blood Moon Massacre. She opened the first drawer.

The moment the pressure lifted, I pushed up, breathing sharp as I turned into the chaos. Volkava’s voice rang through the ruins, sharp and unhinged. He sounded broken beyond repair. “The Blood Moon is already risen,” he said, eyes gleaming with madness. “And as it does, his blood—” he pointed at Lior “—will give me everything.” My heart slammed against my ribs, “No—”