Wolf Of The Blood Moon Novels & Stories

continued to chant, moving to every corner and finally staining it crimson red before it caught fire. Celeste exclaimed, “No!” with disappointment. I ask her, “Tell me what’s happening?” Celeste answered, “It’s as if she is everywhere and at the same time she is nowhere.” Dixie went on, “She has been heavily cloaked.”“No this isn’t any elementary cloaking spell. She has been warded off.” Celeste replied. It was Delilah, Isabella’s aunt. What did she desire from Isabella, as she spelled it? When I was unable to hear anything else, I lost it. I growled so loudly that the ground shook with sheer terror. The vibrations were so great that they tore through the earth, bringing everyone to their k

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

Zayden stepped in front of Kaelira, his hackles rising, a wall of midnight muscle shielding her from the crimson gaze. “Mine,” the thought vibrated through the air, projected from Zayden with the force of a physical blow. The red-eyed wolf threw back his head and let out a laugh—a sound that was half-human, half-beast, and entirely chilling. “Not for long, Alpha. The Blood Moon is thirsty.” The red wolf lunged. Kaelira screamed—or tried to. The sound that came out was a high-pitched, desperate yelp. She sat bolt upright in bed, her chest heaving, her nightshirt drenched in cold sweat. The morning light was gray and dismal, filtering through the curtains of her dorm room.

The ominous red hue emanating from the celestial body sent chills down my spine. As the night sky darkened, a hush fell over the forest. The Blood Moon had risen, casting an eerie red glow over the trees. It was a night of great power, a night when the wolves took full control over their bodies. Every instinct was heightened, every sense alive. For many lone wolves, this was a night of hope. It was said that on the Blood moon, mates could be found. They would sense each other's presence, drawn together by an irresistible force. It was a chance for those who had wandered alone for too long to find the companionship they craved.

Haley The scene is changing before me and it’s utter chaos as wolves and witches are fighting for their lives. The ground is littered with dead bodies and the snow is no longer white but red from all the blood that has been spilt. It’s like a scene out of a war movie. “Dark Moon attacked just as dawn approached. The white witches are not as strong when the sun rises and the dark witches took advantage of this. Even though we united the packs we were still no match for Dark Moon. The white witches were out numbered and only one survived.”

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Instinct—pure instinct—forcing it to submit. And in that frozen heartbeat, Jaxon strikes. Not the Jaxon I’ve sparred with. Not the boy who teases me mercilessly. This is his wolf, unleashed. He towers over me, massive and magnificent, fur black as night, eyes burning molten gold. His claws tear through the rogue like it’s nothing, ending it before it even screams. Blood sprays the dirt. And then he turns, standing over me like a shield. For a moment, I can’t breathe.

But they demanded a price…a sacrifice. When the moon was eclipsed four times in two seasons, there was said to be blood on the moon. It happened once a century. On that night, the wolves entered the clearing, a forbidden, desolate stretch of land between the village and the forest that separated us from both the dark force and the vengeful wrath of the beasts we’d created. As the blood moon rose, the wolves entered the clearing to claim their sacrifice. Whomever the village chose was never seen or heard from again.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

Adan When everyone was seated, I took a moment to tell them what had happened at the Snow Warrior Pack, and everyone gasped. “You have a right to know.” I sighed. “The Blood Moon is tomorrow, and the preparations can’t wait. Men, lock up your daughters, wives, and Mates. As you all know, every unmated wolf will be in heat during the three days of the Blood Moon. It’s our Mating Ritual and those eligible are free to indulge, but I don’t want there to be any mistakes. During the Blood Moon, wolves are delirious with want and need and will take any unmated wolf they see, so protect your families.” I looked over the Pack. “Those of you with cottages in the village, make sure every house is secur