Wolf Of The Blood Moon Novels & Stories

The feeling of tremendous pain wracked all over her body caused Asteria to wake up. She hadn't even able to properly open her eyes when a claw had already swung at her. She barely managed to dodge it by covering her eyes with her arms. The red line seeping with blood decorated her right arm. Panicking, Asteria's sense snapped, she was now fully awake. The sight before her had brought a tremendous shock. There, standing an enormous silver wolf with its eyes full of hostility staring at her.

It was a warning. Auren broke the silence first. His face had become unnaturally pale. "The Blood Moon." The immortal's voice sounded strained. Diana immediately looked toward him. "You know what that means." It wasn't a question. Auren nodded slowly, reluctantly, as if he wished he didn't. My stomach tightened. "What does it mean?" The immortal king met my gaze. And for the first time since Lyra's farewell, fear appeared in his eyes. Real fear. "The First Wolf isn't just the creator of wolves." A pause. Heavy. Terrible. "He's their prison."

I couldn’t change it so I quickly got used to it as fast as possible. He sighed. “A long, long time ago, after the Great War, a wolf with the ability of precognition had a vision that, on the night of a blood moon, a wolf would arise who would have the power to either lead all wolves into a new beginning or cause the end of all wolves as we knew it. That wolf was nicknamed the vanquisher, because he or she would have the power to steal away other wolves. Ever since then, on every night of a blood moon, scouts were sent out from each pack to check for any abnormalities but nothing had ever happened. I didn’t expect Byron to bring it up today.”

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.

"It's coming. Less than a week now. Gretta says it's the biggest one in years." Aria's cup paused halfway to her lips. "Blood moon?" "You've never seen one?" Nyssa leaned forward. "It's when the moon turns red. Like, completely red. It only happens every few years. And for wolves.." She waggled her eyebrows. "It's kind of a big deal." "Why?" "Because of the heat." Nyssa's voice dropped conspiratorially. "Wolves go into heat during the blood moon. It's like... primal. Mates usually bond during that time. It's when the connection is strongest."

Kai POV The packhouse clearing glows under the full moon’s silver gaze, the night air crisp with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the kind that stirs the blood of every wolf gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar at its centre. Torches flicker along the perimeter, their flames casting dancing shadows on the faces of my Blood Moon Pack—warriors standing tall and proud, omegas with arms linked, pups wide-eyed and hushed against their mothers—all gathered around the ancient stone altar at the heart of the clearing. The altar itself is weathered granite, etched with runes older than any living wolf, symbols of loyalty and blood that seem to pulse faintly tonight, as if

"There are wolves who can do that. Old families. Dark bloodlines. The kind that worship the Blood Moon." The Blood Moon. I'd heard the term—a lunar event every few years, when the moon turned red. Pack legend said the veil between worlds thinned. Dark magic was stronger. "When's the next one?" I asked. Farrah did the math. "Three months." I put my hand on my belly. Eight weeks until the baby came. Then a month of recovery. Then the Blood Moon. I see you. I shivered. --- Dax called a pack meeting. Not the whole pack—just his inner circle. Rian. Farrah. Vera, who had come to visit. The healer.

But I was staring right at it. When a Blood Moon appeared, it is said it’s a night when the veil between beast and man thins to a whisper. Its light doesn’t soothe; it burns. And according to those that call themselves Legends, they say the Blood Moon tests the bond between wolf and human. Those who had both sides emerge stronger, reborn under its firelight. The one who choose to resist usually end up lost in madness, forever cursed to wander as their beast form and never to return to their human form. All a bunch of bullshit if you ask me, but now that I was staring right at it made me question my own logic.

It should be horrifying. Instead, it is mesmerizing. Where Ulric stood, a massive black wolf now breathes in the night air. His fur catches the moonlight like dark silver. His eyes are the same. Intelligent. Focused. Watching me carefully. Fenrir. My breath leaves me. "You're beautiful," I whisper. The wolf steps closer slowly, giving me time to panic. I do not. "Can I?" I ask softly, holding out my hand. Fenrir lowers his massive head slightly.