The Blood Moon Rises Once Again Botw Novels & Stories

“And you just saw who holds the key.” Finn flinched, he looked at the glowing water, then at Liora’s steady face and he took a ragged breath. His choice became clear. “The wolves… They're not just animals now, it’s like they’re listening. There’s a pressure in the air, a bad feeling. And the moon…” He looked up, and they all followed. The crescent moon was no longer pure silver; it was stained, tinged with bloody red. The Blood Moon was rising. The promise was now a ticking clock.

No one moved in their seats to challenge the most powerful man in the pack. “Good,” he said, nodding pleasantly. “The meeting is adjourned.” We were halfway down the corridor when Nirvana caught a whiff of danger from the moon. It had risen fully now, swollen and red, staining the marble floors with blood colored light. The blood moon… “The blood moon?” I wondered why there was one when it wasn’t yet the time of the month. Rozen stopped so fast I nearly collided with his back. “Do you feel that?” I asked when I felt the energy shift instantly.

It only changed hands. --- That night, the Blood Moon rose. It wasn’t on the lunar calendar. It wasn’t expected. No seer had predicted it, no priestess had read it in the stars. It simply arrived—bleeding red across the sky like a wound torn open above them. The entire valley went still. Children were ushered into shelters. Wards were drawn twice over. The wolves howled—not in fear, but in recognition. Something old had stirred. Elira felt it in her bones.

It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color. Strange, but it doesn’t matter to me. “I need to get back, I need to find my way.” I whisper, trying ti move for his arms. “You still don’t get it, do you.” “You smooth talking isn’t going to work, Bram.” Rowan grunts. Bram shrugs, but his focus remains on me, on my face. “Tonight is a transition, Blood Moon,” Bram explains, his voice dropping an low. “Our animal instincts... they aren't something we can just turn off when the moon looks like that. We’ve been waiting. And the mountains delivered you right to our doorstep.”

Trainor asked in a cold tone. "Nothing," Josie answered. "Let's go for dinner." Mrs. Sparks drove off. *** Dr. Matt ordered the soldiers to push all the captured werewolves into the large garden. Immediately they did that, the barricade was locked. Matt and Chicago sat in front of the garden watching closely. The garden was heavily guarded. Bright lights shone everywhere. "They look different today," Chicago said. "They don't look excited to experience the full moon." "Tonight is their special blue moon," Matt explained. "On this night everyone of them is expected to transform at least one human into a werewolf. Unfortunately, they cannot partake in the ritual. Yes, they are amongst humans,

Recalling the bright flashes of light abruptly, she questioned herself. Had someone returned to Muxue, or entered Muxue? But only a person who was worthy could enter Muxue. Still, anyone who entered Muxue could be an imminent danger. Apart from the ritual, she had no other means of enhancing her powers to the extent they were adequate for her to defend the island. Being eighteen, she had only ten years of cultivated abilities, and the fact she was born under a blood moon lunar eclipse meant she had much unawakened powers. The fastest method was to find a willing party to bond with him. As long the ritual-bonding happened, she would be able to achieve a higher level of cultivation.

Michael was sprinting toward me, Lora close behind, her braid whipping behind her. “Andrew!” Michael yelled. “What now?” I muttered under my breath as they reached me. Lora skidded to a stop, her face pale. “It’s the blood moon.” “What?” I blinked. “It’s tonight,” she said, breathless. “The elders misread the last cycle. The moon rises red by nightfall.” “Shit,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Are you sure?” “We checked three times,” Michael said. “It’s real.”

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.

“Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.” My head snapped up. It was slowly growing dim outside, and the red Blood Moon was rising, as he had said. Soon, I would have no control over my actions. “Call me on my cell if you need me. I don’t care what time of the day or night it is.” “I will.” “Oh, and Wyatt?” His head snapped up, eyebrows raised. “Thank you... for everything.” He nodded once as one corner of his lips curled into a sly smile. “Now, get inside before I have to fight the women off for you.”

She spoke unsure of her answer. “The Bloodmoon is an ancient omen. When the Bloodmoon rises, bonds, especially mate bonds are strengthened. But it also awakens power. Power that’s been buried… or hidden.” I said crossing my arms over my chest. “It is said that by the thousandth rise of the Bloodmoon a power will awaken. But we don’t know what it is yet.” Her bows furrowed. “Wait, okay this will sound strange but is there a possibility that an ancient bloodline might ascend?”