Wolf Of The Blood Moon Novels & Stories

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.

It has been three months since my marriage to Alpha King Alaric. Honestly, I would say we are still getting to know each other, there is just a lot to learn, but I enjoy every minute we spend together. Life in the Bloodmoon pack is completely different from how life is where I come from. I am still trying to adjust and get used to the reality of being the Luna of a pack, much less the Alpha queen of the whole kingdom. It always seems surreal whenever I think about it. I wonder how Alaric got used to this, but then I remember that he was literally born into royalty, so I guess being the Alpha is what he prepared for his whole life. One of my first roles as the Luna is getting to know the memb

I spat, readying my stance. The creature's only response was a low, guttural growl. It lunged, claws slicing through the air, and I barely dodged in time. Its strength was incredible, its speed too fast for a regular werewolf. Every strike it delivered was enough to shake the cabin, the walls groaning under the impact. I fought back with everything I had, driving punches and slashes into its large frame. But the thing almost never bled. It didn't falter. And then it hit me—this wasn't just a rogue werewolf. It was something worse, something designed to kill.

I ask while biting my quivering lip finding great comfort in Osric’s soothing touch. “You were born under the peak of the blood moon and your sister an hour later under the hunter's moon,” Osric pauses while looking up at the moon like he is thinking of what to say. “Raven you’re one of three red wolves I’ve ever seen, all I know is red wolves are exceedingly powerful and draw more power from the moon from being touched by the Moon Goddess. However, I suspect you're like your grandfather and are a true Blood Wolf stronger than a blessed red wolf with more abilities making you a true force of nature. I also suspect Liliana is touched by the Moon Goddess as well, which will give her stronger a

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

And then he appeared— A voice first, very familiar like the ones in the dream, “Do you know why this place is called the Blood Moon ruins?” It came from everywhere and nowhere. My eyes scanned the shadows but I saw nothing. No face, no form…just the voice. “They say the Blood Moon pack once belonged to ancient wolves who worshipped the moon not as a spiritual guide… but as a god. They were obsessed. They believed that under a blood moon, power could be taken…not given.” A pause. “They weren’t exactly wrong. They found power but—“ The mist shifted, “They slaughtered each other for it.”

It was old, the edges fragile, and she opened it carefully. The words were written in ancient script, but her awakened senses helped her understand them. Her voice wavered slightly as she read aloud: ‘Beware the Blood Moon.’ ‘When the moon bleeds, the shadows rise.’ ‘Only the wolf born of two moons can resist the binding of a dark heart.’ Killian frowned. “Wolf born of two moons? What does that mean?” Selene turned to him slowly. “I think… it might refer to a rare bloodline. A wolf with two sources of lunar power.”

"You've got to be kidding me." Across the field, Uriel steps out from the shadows, pale and still bandaged from before. But the way he moves makes my skin crawl. The Blood Moon is supposed to suppress wolves. But whatever's inside Uriel... it's not a wolf. And as the crowd screams Rhydar's name, the red moon burns brighter overhead, as if hungry for blood. I grip the railing, my heart pounding as Rhydar steps into the ring. I really hope he'll be okay.

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.