The Cruelest Month Novels & Stories

Victor put a sly smile on his face. “It is going to happen in six months. In June, the red Moon will be in the same line with the Corvus constellation, fighting against each other for dominance in the sky. These two forces, usually separate, clash in the battle producing enormous loads of energy of a particular type. All crows and werewolves are under the rain of force. But only some of them can take advantage of it.” Samuel kept silent, ready to take another portion of the secret laws ruling their hidden worlds. He tried to hide his surprise, at the same time, being bloody curious about the possibilities ahead of them.

Whole villages vanished under the smoke of it. The Moonfang wolves were hunters; stealthed, skilled and patient, born for the shadows. They fought like the wind, unseen until it was too late. The Ironclaw wolves were soldiers; trained, disciplined, and brutal. Their claws carried the scent of steel. When their armies clashed, the forest shook. The Blood Moon War, they called it. Every full moon painted the snow red. The goddess who created them watched in silence, her power fading as her children tore each other apart. The balance she built…unity through the moon, shattered. Legends say she wept, and her tears fell as silver rain across Silvercrest.

But still, a few of them against multitudes of werewolves would not be wise. Aside from the full moon, there was also a season known as the blood moon. It was when the moon turned crescent and brought the very worst out of the creatures in the central Northlands. When I say worst, I mean the very worst. Speak of bloodlust, uncontrolled sexual urges, chaos — the complete shebang. All the creatures simply turn off the humanity in them and let their beasts out to play. It was usually utter madness. I have witnessed my fair share of it. My kind often came here to experience the full extent of depravity. And it was hardly the kind of place one learns to stay out of trouble.

"The wolf moon has passed us already. If nothing has changed by the night of the Hunter's moon, both Kaden and his pack will fall." I widened my eyes. The Hunter's moon, it was also known as the dying moon, it was in October. Which was also the month of my birth, I would be turning nineteen by then. What was I supposed to do? Did I really believe that the midnight pack was under a deadly curse? What if this woman was just crazy and wanted me to risk my life just for her own benefits.

Another sigh escaped Scarlett's mouth. "We shouldn't worry about him just now, though. We need to be worried about you." Scarlett looked at Avery who spoke. Avery gave her a look. "Or have you forgotten?" "What is she talking about?" She asked Cornelia. "The full moon, Scarlett. How did you manage to forget? This is the final day of the current month's full moon. The day where things become brutal. You start to feel the impulse to kill or to flee, only to come back the next day. Naked."

So instead of trying to construct the future, we were trying to burn down our past. When I Think of Edim Demiray ... I couldn't even remember how or when I fell in love with him. I just knew that every time I fell, your presence was there to hold my hand. The past swept over me like lava tore its mountain and scattering its ashes. It had happened about two months ago, our first encounter with the black danger that awaited me. It was the time of the bright full moon from the lunar cycle, the stars adorning the sky like pearls adorning a woman's neck.

With my faltering strength, I grabbed the calendar on my desk. The Crimson Moon. Shit! Shit! Shit! The calendar crumpled within my grasp as my head throbbed uncontrollably. I hadn't had any reason to worry about the crimson moon since I'd been born. It was never something anyone had to fear unless they couldn't find a mate, but whoever had recognised and had intimate connections with their mate yet remained unmarked would fall victim to the crimson moon. A period of excruciating rut. An uncontrollable one that could only ease with raw and primal sex involving the wolf.

, Craig replied confidently. "Even on a full moon?", Beta Rufus said, raising a brow. "On a full moon?", Craig asked, confused. He remembered that day he saw that boy, Aurora told him it was a full moon and it's very dangerous for humans to stay up late. Would Aurora attack her on the day of full moon? "Yes, on a full moon. On that night, new wolves are made and old wolves are highly sensitive and dangerous. They become bloodthirsty and they can kill anyone outside of their race", Beta Rufus said calmly.

“We march east before the moon wanes. That rune belongs to Blood Moon. And I am going to rip it right off his corpse.” ​The pack link flares. The guilt and desperation of the last three days instantly burn away, replaced by the hardening diamond of our resolve. The blood moon’s call is a drumbeat in our veins, and we are finally going to war. ​

My hand brushed my chin, then stopped. I remembered the Blood Moon three months ago. I had gone hunting alone because I was arrogant enough to think nothing in the northern woods could threaten me. Then the moon turned red. The frenzy came. I remembered tearing through trees, unable to tell friend from enemy. I remembered my own claws ripping into my flesh as I fought for control.