The Blood Ledger Novels & Stories

"Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?" "It's not that, it's a her. Tonight, call a meeting with the other pack members. For us to be able to live the way we want and also to be able to shapeshift to a wolf even when it's bright, we need to sacrifice the lost blood" he spoke softly, looking around. "Yes Alpha" Dean bowed his head. Elon came across a bar. He stared at it, wanting to go back inside. "Let's go back to the mansion" he said.

She wrote, and I was in shock. The Bloods were wicked. They executed the poor girl because she was fated to the son of the Gamma. He should have just rejected her so she could live. I knew I needed to read more because the last words she wrote were written in a rush. I put down the journal and decided I would read it during my free hours. Note to self, do not get involved with any Blood member. "Report to the kitchen, Moon" I heard a voice in my head. I dressed up in my uniform and returned to the kitchen I had eaten.

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.

My babaanne states firmly, and I know she means the threat she has openly declared, and it infuriates me more than I’d like to admit. I take one step closer towards her, looking down at her through narrowing eyes. “If you so much as cause her any harm, you will have me to answer to. She is mine to punish, not yours.” After all, it is my parents' and my abis' blood that her family has spilled. “You have let your good heart and conscience cloud your decision, Quenten. This is a blood feud we are in, and it requires you to spill blood!” “Did I hear right?” My Emre Amca asks as he barges into the study with Ozan hot on his heels.

This room held everything the Council ever feared might be used against them. I lit the first lantern. Then the second. And the third. The light filled the room like quiet fire. I moved to the far wall and ran my hand across the stone. Whispered an old command. A hidden panel slid open. Behind it? A black book wrapped in chains. The Blood Registry. The real one. Not the copy the Council approved. This one had every bloodline. Every connection. Every buried truth. I set it on the table and broke the seal. Raymond’s name wasn’t in it.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

And I froze when the walls became fully visible. My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. The walls were covered in something dark, wet and red. Blood! The walls were covered in blood. And words were written on it with blood. Large letters smeared across the concrete. On the wall, written in blood was a message meant only for me. I read them slowly. And each word was like a knife to my heart. "Irina is mine now. No one is coming for you. You will die in that chair, brother!"

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

Marcus, the pack's head healer, stood in the doorway, moonlight stretching his shadow long across the floor. I instinctively closed the ledger, but it was too late. He walked in silently, pulling another booklet from his coat and handing it to me. "This is the real ledger." I opened it to find clear records of every misappropriated fund—Kane and Ryan's signatures prominently displayed. "No one dares report them." The healer's voice was low. "You're their blood sister and former Alpha bloodline. Maybe..." "I'll find a way." I cut him off, stuffing the ledger inside my coat.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”