The Blood Moon Rises Once Again Botw Novels & Stories

“Tell us.” Verin stepped forward, clasping his hands. “The Blood Moon rises in three nights. Selene has begun gathering witch covens and rogue clans. Reports say she plans a full ritual—one that can only be stopped by you, Luna.” Kaelen snarled, but Aria interrupted before he could explode. “Why only me?” Verin hesitated. “Because the Blood Moon amplifies Luna-born power. Yours can counter hers.” “And if I don’t fight?” “Selene will complete the ritual and plunge every pack into eternal war.”

The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift. Two men stepped out from the shadows, blocking their path. Both wore dark hoodies, and each held a knife glinting faintly under the streetlight. “Your luck runs out here, Moretti,” one of them said. Before Isabella could react, Matteo’s body shifted — not in panic, but with a predator’s precision. The first man lunged, and Matteo caught his wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the ground. He struck him in the ribs with a brutal efficiency that sent the man staggering back.

Outside, somewhere beyond the Rift, the first faint tremor of the Blood Moon stirred and its light beginning to rise, red and ancient, over a world that had no idea what was coming. And I, the Star reborn, would have to face it and bound by fire, by love, by destiny. But not alone. Never alone.

They were watching and waiting. My skin prickled under his gaze. His words from earlier echoed in my skull: If you shift tonight, I will be the one to kill you. My jaw clenched as I looked away, my body shaking as the Elders stepped forward. “The Blood Moon rises,” one of them intoned, as her voice quivered with reverence. The pack dropped to their knees, heads bowed. Even my father inclined his head, though he did not kneel. Above us, the first sliver of red crested the horizon. The moon dragged itself into the sky, swelling and deepening in color until it hung heavy, crimson and swollen, like an open wound bleeding across the night.

he says. "I know that too." A pause. Then the word comes in. A runner, breathless, from the outermost perimeter. She stops in front of me and puts her hands on her knees and says it plainly. "Eighteen hours," she says. "The blood moon rises in eighteen hours." The forest goes still around us. I look at Kael. His wounds are still bleeding. His eyes are burning gold. He looks at the army Nyra built without knowing it was for this moment, and something in his face goes very quiet and very certain.

Amber said quickly. Raymond stepped forward and carefully laid her mother onto the center of the platform. The moment her body touched the stone— The light beneath it flared. Bright. Alive. Amber’s breath caught. “What is it doing?” Selene asked. The guide’s voice was calm now. “It is responding to her blood.” Amber stepped closer slowly, her heart pounding. Her mother’s chest rose slightly. Stronger. Color began to return faintly to her skin. Hope surged through Amber so quickly it almost hurt. “It’s helping her,” she said. “Yes,” the guide replied.

Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees. Kael’s jaw tightened. “This is… against every law,” he muttered. “It cannot happen. It shouldn’t happen.” Rowan’s gaze remained on Aria, unwavering, calculating. “Yet it has,” he said quietly. “There’s no denying it. The bond is here.” Dante’s lips curved into a wicked smile, though his eyes burned with something deeper. “Looks like someone’s in trouble,” he murmured, circling her again, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the tension.

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

"One child cannot stop what is coming." He lifted a dagger and sliced his palm. Blood hit the runes. They ignited. "Let them run. Let them hide. When the seventh hybrid rises... the world will burn." His eyes flared crimson. And somewhere far away, the Blood Moon began its slow rise.

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”