The Blood Moon Rises Once Again Botw Novels & Stories

I read the lines once, then again, as if they might rearrange themselves into a different truth. Daughter— I have reached terms with the enemy. You will not believe the conditions, but I require your assent. By the time you read this, emissaries from Tharros will be riding for the Wound. Meet them at the Oathstones. Bring the wardens. Do not delay. The priests will protest. Ignore them. You will be my voice. You will carry the pact home. There must be no further war. A.

I smiled. “I like that.” I said with a raspy voice getting a raised eyebrow in return. “Blood Moon Princess, I like that. Makes me sound important.” I said smiling into his chest. “You are my love. Besides there’s a reason I chose tonight for your crowning.” I looked up with a questioning face waiting for his reason. “Your mother told me you were born on a Blood Moon meaning it was destined from birth that would be a Princess one day before you became my Queen. Well according to the legends anyway.” He said with a smile that showed he was so proud of himself.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

We stared at each other, the silence between us thick and electric. The old woman’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as she studied me, her fingers tightening around the dagger’s hilt. Emon’s breath came faster, his expression caught between love and madness. And then, the moonlight touched the window. It spilled across the floor in a blood-red hue, painting the walls in fire. The blood moon had risen. My wolf stirred, growling deep within me. It begins. And as I stood there, silver dust at my feet, my heart pounding, my power thrumming beneath my skin, I realized something.

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.

I sat on the steps leading down to the pavement and turned my head up to the sky. The moon was full, gracing us mere mortals with her light. As a halfbreed I had many shortcomings as a werewolf. I couldn't turn into an actual wolf. I didn't feel the pull of the moon and I didn't have a mate. I was destined to spend eternity alone. Spoiler Alert, I was exaggerating. I could find love, I could get married but there was just something about the thought of predestined love that held on to me and wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let it go. The thought of that perfect romance…was just a dream. I sighed suddenly, feeling sober. I stood to my feet and felt the dizziness return. I paused for a while until

Emily's POV Three days passed. Rosie was still in Galahad, still watching. Fayne was recovering, though he still hadn’t asked the question I knew was burning inside him—why I hadn’t finished him off when I had the chance. The Blood Moon rose that night, bathing the land in crimson light. It was a night of power, a night when old oaths were tested and new ones were forged. And I intended to use it. The Great Hall was filled once more, the pack gathered for the ritual under the high arches of stone and firelight. Warriors stood at the ready, elders sat in their honored places, and Rosie—

“You’re Kael’s man.” The assassin chuckled. “You still don’t understand, do you? He isn’t coming for her.” His dark gaze flickered toward Talon. “He’s coming for you.” Talon’s body went rigid. Amelia’s breath hitched. The assassin smiled, his eyes gleaming like a man who had accepted death. “When the Blood Moon rises... the Queen will fall.” The room turned deathly silent. The Blood Moon. Amelia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The Blood Moon was more than just a celestial event. It was a night of power, where magic surged to its peak, where bonds could either be strengthened… or broken.

“The Moon’s chosen.” Someone further back added, “Her blood could wake the mountain.” I turned, startled. More Moirea had gathered now, circling around the fire. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Some stood behind trees, half-hidden in the shadows, their glowing eyes watching. Hope. I could feel it. Radiating from them. Sharp and dangerous. “Why now?” I asked, my throat tight. “Why would the enemy take me now?” Mira exhaled. “Because the Blood Moon rises in three weeks. And your blood is essential to them just like your mothers. ”

I scream. He laughs. “With what? Your half-broken memories? Your little sword?” Then he raises his hand And the sky cracks open. A beam of red light shoots down. The Blood Moon has risen. The wind howls, The earth shakes, And from the temple… the gate begins to open. I stare in horror as shadows pour out like smoke. Monsters, Wolves…Eyes glowing, Teeth sharp. Victor smiled wider. “Welcome back, Selene.” And behind me, Kael whispers, “It’s too late.”