Terraria Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The serenity of the night intrigued Dongyue, who was taking a walk to calm his senses. He had just arrived in this strange island, and what could be the better way to satiate the explorer part of himself by finding his way around? He hadn't expected anyone to be around. It was the sixteenth lunar day of the month, and the eight moons were slightly short of a full moon each. The snowy island was a breathtaking sight even at night. He was amazed by this white wonder, which in the past, he had only managed to see in pictures.

“The child of the Blood Moon was created for its restoration." The words bounced off the walls, reverberating through the chamber. When I turn to Oravx, all colour is drained from his face, leaving his skin the shade of wet ash. "But…” he begins slowly, "...every single record says that the birth of a child of the Blood Moon brings nothing but ruins." “Every surviving record,” the Keeper corrects him. “There's a difference." She raises her staff and points towards another section of the mural that we missed, it had been hidden in the shadows.

Sienna said, and the gate-archers laughed, short and mean, worshipful in the way soldiers are when their queen speaks like them. A wind slid down from the fractured moon, wrong and cold. The sky, which had been salt-pale, deepened, reddened, then bruised, then bled. A rim of light formed around the lunar disc, a ring like an eye afflicted. When it opened, the color poured out. “The Blood Moon,” someone whispered, and someone else spat to break the omen. The spit froze before it hit stone. “Sienna,” Ryder said, eyes narrowed. “Whatever she put in you, hold it.”

It was Ersa who replied, stepping forward with a new, fluid grace that felt ancient. “It is the doing of Hades,” she said, her voice steady. “The Bloodmoon will not be a singular night. It is slated to last for two entire months.” I felt a cold prickle of annoyance. Two months of this sky? The aesthetic nightmare alone was enough to make me consider treason.

“What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?” While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued, “We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision this time too risky?” Lyra slowly turned the cup in her hand and replied calmly, “Aunt Meala, the Blood Moon territory contains numerous moonstone mines. I’ve heard they have so much that they even use it to decorate their walls.” Meala frowned slightly. A moment of silence stretched between the two women.

Trinity was referred to as a high-ranking guard or something. My head lifted up when I heard the word luna. I’d heard that word before. It was a character in one of my favorite anime shows, but I was pretty sure they weren’t talking to Luna the cat, mentor of Sailor Moon. I was so deep in my phone trying to g****e all the terminology I hadn’t even heard what they were talking about. Everyone was looking at me and I frowned. One of the other elders spoke. “A non-wolf luna is very rare, if not completely unheard of. I will have to do more research on that subject, but I am unsure how that will be taken, Alpha Adrian.”

The second day bled into the third with relentless speed, as though time itself conspired to drag the mating ceremony closer. Blackthorn Keep thrummed with final preparations. Banners of black and silver snapped in the wind above the battlements. Torches were set along every path leading to the sacred grove where the rite would take place beneath the blood moon. The air carried the sharp scent of pine smoke and roasting meat from the kitchens, mingling with the metallic tang of freshly sharpened blades. Warriors drilled in the courtyard, their breaths fogging in the cold, while elders chanted low prayers to the Moon Goddess in the chapel tower.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Surely, I can't get any stronger without a wolf, can I? "According to the prophecy, you will transform on the blood moon night. That is when you will put an end to everything. The blood moon is three moons from now. You can't master your wolf in just one night. You have no choice but to get as strong as you can now," Mabel said. Gritting my teeth, I made a decision. It was about time Lycidas knew who Mia was. I had to clear up this prophecy of a thing, find out which of us really has this lot of suffering. I was getting sick and tired of it.

The Great Hall stayed silent long after Auren’s words faded: “The first monsters.” Nobody liked the sound of that. I didn’t either. Outside, wind howled against Moonhold’s walls. The storm gathering beyond the mountains felt heavier now, as though the world sensed something coming. Kael stood beside me, arms crossed, gold eyes fixed on the horizon. “The Blood Moon. How long?” Diana looked grim. “Twenty-one days.” My stomach sank. Three weeks to find an ancient wolf powerful enough to terrify gods. Three weeks to stop the nightmare he warned us about. Three weeks before the world ended. Again. Wonderful.