Novel & Cerita Wolves Of Blood Moon

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.”

Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin. I have to focus on pushing my wolf down from the surface. Someone has hurt what's ours, and it's fresh from the way she starts rubbing it pulling her sleeve down making sure it stays covered. I can feel my wolf rattling my cage. He wants to go up to her, sweep her up off the floor and claim her as his in front of everyone. Though I'm pretty sure the tiny human girl would definitely bolt before I'd even get close enough.

He lifted his gaze to the silver moon above, a proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “We’ve taken back what was rightfully ours,” Raven said, his deep voice rumbling like thunder through the night. “The warriors who fell did not die in vain. Their blood has soaked into this land, making the soil richer, the trees more vibrant, the prey more abundant. And we, the wolves who remain, will only grow stronger. Unstoppable!” As his final word echoed, the territory of the Blood Moon pack erupted in sharp, triumphant howls. Birds scattered from the trees, livestock huddled in fear.

"I’ve never heard of that kind of wolf before." Valarie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned and walked toward a velvet couch placed near the fireplace. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each step was choreographed by wisdom and time. "Sit down," she said gently, pulling a thick, leather-bound book from a shelf. The cover was embossed with silver runes that shimmered faintly under the library’s soft lighting. "Moon Wolves are rare—rarer than Lycans, rarer than the Supreme Alphas. In fact, only two have ever existed... and both belonged to the Paleframe bloodline."

As he moved over me, he reached for a small, silver blade on the edge of the dais—the only weapon allowed in this circle. With a swift, practiced motion, he sliced a shallow line across his forearm. "The blood is the seal," he rasped. He pressed his arm to my lips. The scent was intoxicating—metallic, ancient, and heavy with power. I didn't hesitate. I bit down, drinking. His blood hit my tongue like liquid starlight, a surge of memories and strength that flooded my senses. I saw the sun on a battlefield; I felt the cold of a thousand winters. Then, he handed me the blade.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

Lucian breathes. Araya's blood runs cold. She knows this phenomenon. Heard the legends from old Direwolf tales. "The Blood Moon," Araya whispers. "But it's not supposed to rise for three more nights." As they watch, the red spreads faster. Consuming the blue. Turning day into eerie crimson twilight. The full moon appears despite the sun still visible. Massive. Red as fresh blood. Hanging in the sky like a wound. Every wolf in Drevalon feels it. The pull. The command. The ancient call that cannot be denied.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Chapter 4: Beneath the Blood Moon The Moon Goddess had never turned the sky red before. Elena Moonveil stood at the edge of the ceremonial grounds, staring at the enormous crimson moon hanging above Blackthorn Pack. Around her, hundreds of wolves had gathered in their finest clothes, their faces lifted toward the heavens. Then the first scream broke through the crowd. An elderly wolf dropped to his knees, clutching his chest. Others staggered as an invisible force swept across the grounds. One by one, the wolves lowered their heads, their instincts responding to something they could neither see nor understand.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Luna. Don’t you dare become a moon.” She blinked, human eyes focusing. Above, the bleeding moons still wept. But slower now. “I’m not leaving,” she whispered, blood on her palm. “I’m staying. To bleed with them.” Word spread fast: Luna bled for them. Wolves came from every territory. Blood Moon. Silver Moon. Empty Sky. Free Wolves. Not to fight. To see. To understand. They found her in the Circle, palm bandaged, sitting on the stone where she’d cut herself. No throne. No crown. Just a woman with blood on her hands.