Wolf Of The Blood Moon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

What did I do to deserve this? I drifted back into sleep where I dreamed that a white wolf was dragging its claws through every part of my body. I screamed in agony, but no one could hear me. It was just me and the wolf in a jail cell. As the wolf’s mouth closed down on my neck, I woke up gasping to find that same exact wolf from my dream had come to life and was in position to pounce at the foot of my bed. I screamed, quickly shifting into my own wolf, tearing the clothes I was wearing, my scream turning into a howl. The wolf pounced on me, pinning back my front paws, and I knew I was going to die. I didn’t know how to fight. Alex had only started teaching me, and in my human form since I d

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

“I can’t tell you anything. The strigois would kill me.” “I can be worse than the strigois.” My fingers press over his windpipe. My voice grows sharp, threatening. “You will live longer if you talk faster. Soon, the full moon will rise. And there will be more blood here than ever before.” The man doesn’t say a thing, shutting his mouth completely. My wolf is restless. His time draws near, and his tugging grows stronger. I'll let him out. I’m pushed back inside my very being, surrendering control to my enraged wolf.

Liam asked, intrigued. “Well, okay,” His father sat up. “Killing a vampire is almost always accompanied by a wooden stake to the heart. Garlic lining your home sends them away, repelled by the smell. Holy Water also burns them. Iron didn’t do much, but that was all we had for vampires. Iron burned fairies, silver hurt werewolves, fire killed Wendigos, salt blocked out demons, wax stopped sirens...you know some of this already, I’m sure.”

Did Samuel really want to be a killer, rouge? The Alclan was a terror group/clan of wolves that beloved in superiority of wolfbloods to humans. They despised those we called mundanes and alothus us wolfbloods hunted our prey in the wild, the Alclan fed on humans and us alike. They lingered in the shadows of the city in the hollows of the forests awaiting to prey on the weak and vulnerable. I peaked through the corner of the kitchen to see my brother kiss two boys on the cheek.

But whoever he is, he´s going to pay for attacking a member of my pack, my family. The red wolf deftly blocks and parries Liam´s and Nolan´s attacks, while the First Vampire Marcus assails him from behind, latching on to his neck. Something happens within me as my rage mounts. Something familiar. I feel this power surging through me. A power I have felt once before. I look down at my hands, and I observe the red aura surrounding me. It´s the power of the Blood Moon. But how? Something must have triggered it. The red wolf takes notice, whose eyes flash with fury. It knocks Liam and Nolan away with a single sweep of its arm. It grabs Marcus, who has just bitten him on the neck, flinging him se

"Every missing pack descends from one of the oldest bloodlines in the North. The Hollow Moon hunts specific families rather than attacking at random." Riven turned to her. "You are sure Mara? This changes how we defend ourselves." Mara spread the scrolls. "I am sure. The pattern matches old records. Someone targets these lines deliberately." Lucien studied the maps. "Then we warn the remaining old families. We cannot let the Hollow Moon take more." Thorne joined them. "Sable captured one of the shadow creatures alive. She sent word through a scout. The creature is not a beast but a wolf whose life was drained and twisted into something else."

Time was a cruel thing, moving too fast when you wanted it to stop and too slow when you needed it to pass. I stayed at that window until the first rays of dawn painted the horizon pink and gold. Somewhere in the castle, a horn blew. To the wolves it sounded majestic but to me it sounded like dread. The Blood Hunt had begun. I gripped Von's wooden bird tighter, feeling it cut into my skin, and watched as the hunting party assembled in the courtyard below. Wolves in human form, weapons gleaming, faces eager with anticipation. And at their center, dressed in black and radiating lethal grace, was Kaelen.

“And you just saw who holds the key.” Finn flinched, he looked at the glowing water, then at Liora’s steady face and he took a ragged breath. His choice became clear. “The wolves… They're not just animals now, it’s like they’re listening. There’s a pressure in the air, a bad feeling. And the moon…” He looked up, and they all followed. The crescent moon was no longer pure silver; it was stained, tinged with bloody red. The Blood Moon was rising. The promise was now a ticking clock.