Wolf Of The Blood Moon Novels & Stories

We would have plenty of time for talking during the trip to Grandmoon. Or not. When we cleared the trees, we were suddenly aware of how late it had gotten. In fact, night had fallen and there was a giant red moon staring down at the two of us. I was aware of all the wails and howls surrounding the territory. It had been ages since there had been a blood moon, and it always affected the wolves in unique ways. In fact, I read in books that oftentimes a blood moon signified the arrival of special wolves that possessed powers far beyond that of a normal wolf.

The fact that she had placed her hands on her hips was definitely not a good sign to continue this conversation, but I pushed forward. “...but it was also because of the Blood Moon,” I finally confessed, my heart pounding in my ears. “The High Priestess wouldn't give me the Moon Orb I needed to save my people unless I took you as my mate.” Daniella froze. “What's the Blood Moon?” My chest squeezed when I picked up her hurt flowing through the mate bond. Her expression looked like it was sculpted in stone, but I already knew what laid underneath those hard eyes staring at me. “It is exactly what it is,” I said in a rough voice. “When the full moon turns red, every wolf in the realm will lose

“That’s the date of the blood moon.” A light flashed in my head, I knew what a blood moon was but I didn’t really know everything about it, luckily Nova was here to help me. “A blood moon is only the second most effective and powerful moon a werewolf can experience. The most powerful is the wolf moon, it triggers any werewolf and only the Masters can attempt to resist the urge to shift during a Wolf moon. A Blood Moon brings out everything in a werewolf, I mean everything. Aggression, power, supernatural abilities beyond the normal abilities of a werewolf, want, sexual lust and so much more. For a male werewolf, his sexual urge and aggression is almost uncontrollable.” Nova said.

“There are legends. Stories about those born of the Blood Moon.” A chill ran down Eve’s spine. “Blood Moon?” Luca nodded. “It’s an event that happens once every century. It’s said that when the Blood Moon rises, a wolf of immense power is born. One who can change the balance between packs forever.” Eve’s breath caught. Damien smirked. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Luca shot him a glare. “This is just a legend. There’s no proof—” Damien cut him off. “And yet, Eve just froze a rogue in place without even touching him.”

The Crimson pack’s library wasn’t massive, but it held the remnants of centuries-old knowledge, things most wolves didn’t bother to read because they preferred action over history. But history held answers. And my Alpha, Alpha Gaius preserved history with all his might. And right now, I needed all of them. Hours passed. I barely noticed when my hands started shaking from exhaustion, when my eyes blurred from reading too long. But I couldn’t stop. Not until I knew. Not until I understood what the witch wanted. The pieces started fitting together, a twisted puzzle assembling before my eyes. The Blood Moon had always been a significant moon appearance to the Wolf kind. A celestial event that he

In the island of Muxue… Cold and large eyes, a striking figure and an even icier demeanour, Muxue Xiyu was not like any of the other women in Muxue. Calling her a witch was an understatement because she was a powerful enchantress by definition. But her powers came at a cost. It was just another night where she was feeling hot. Not just hot, it was scorchingly hot, like a desert! When the elders foretold that a female child would be born under the Blood Moon and harness the power of the eclipse, they obviously hadn't warned of the side effects of the resulting sensuality that encompassed her every time she used her magic or just practised.

She dragged out the last word. Ares didn’t answer. He just pulled me to his side. The head priest raised his hands. “Blood Moon is upon us,” he called. “Tonight, the moon judges. Tonight, wolves rise or fall.” He looked at me. “Some of us carry wolves that have been... suppressed.” Murmurs. He meant me. “Step forward, Alba Monroe,” the priest said. My feet moved before my brain could stop them. Ares let go of my hand.

Lorenzo asked. My lips parted to speak but I was silenced by a powerful force of magical energy that swept through the earth. I groaned lightly. Everyone felt it, even the wolves whimpered in submission. The sky darkened more, and the full moon up in the sky burned brightly in red. This was the white wolf’s doing. Something was wrong with her. I turned to Lorenzo whose gaze was up in the sky. "What was that?" Lorenzo asked, "That was exactly what we felt a moment ago. The blood moon, and these. It's the prophesied one, isn't it? It's the White Wolf, she's alive."

Jackson finally asks Because I know things. My mom says it’s a gift but I call it a curse. I tell him But how? He asks The moon goddess visits me in my dreams quite frequently. She told me that I am a very rare wolf. Most wolves ignore the elements and everything that is happening around them but I pay attention to everything. That is how I know something bad is going to happen to this pack and I’ve been telling you this from day one but you won’t take me seriously. The moon goddess told me to tell you not to go through with your plan and not to trust the witch because the pack is already in danger and you will put the pack in even more danger.

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.