Wolves Of Blood Moon Novels & Stories

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.

He was preparing to take into his coniferous embrace the wolf brethren that were in such a hurry to come here. Yes, in a few hours the night of the Blood Moon will come. The time when the power of the Wolf becomes prohibitive, almost limitless. A time when even the Hunter is practically helpless before the Beast. At this time, the Wolves are merciless and ruthless, they destroy those who threaten all wolf clans - the Hunters. There will be a fight. A fierce fight that leaves no hope that both opponents will come out of it alive. No, either one survives, or no one. Someone is bound to fall.

He lightly kissed me and whispered, "I'll make it up with you wife. I promise." We hurriedly finished the ceremony and I hug him. "Take care..." "I love you..." he whispered tenderly. I swallowed and smiled. "Go!... they need you..." When they left, I stayed outside. I look at the red moon. For us wolves and vampires, the blood moon is relevant for the pull is very strong especially for those rogues therefore the cases of killings are rampant. It is also a sign of war. I looked right at lake crystal and was surprised because a man wearing a cloak coming like a cheetah and when we were only ten meters away.

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.

The Crimson pack’s library wasn’t massive, but it held the remnants of centuries-old knowledge, things most wolves didn’t bother to read because they preferred action over history. But history held answers. And my Alpha, Alpha Gaius preserved history with all his might. And right now, I needed all of them. Hours passed. I barely noticed when my hands started shaking from exhaustion, when my eyes blurred from reading too long. But I couldn’t stop. Not until I knew. Not until I understood what the witch wanted. The pieces started fitting together, a twisted puzzle assembling before my eyes. The Blood Moon had always been a significant moon appearance to the Wolf kind. A celestial event that he

had killed them, but Death had really released the devil from his box. Every wolf in the pack was adversely affected by the curse effect. In order to help the wolves in the pack infirmary survive the night, Celeste and the witches worked alongside Clarissa, the senior doctor of the pack, to provide as much assistance as they could, particularly to the younger wolves. Celeste looked around, but the darkness had engulfed the moon. Already, she sensed the curse’s vicious hands prowling the atmosphere. The fact that she was powerless to stop the wolves’ deaths made her pain much worse. Until the tenth Blood moon rises, anyway. It was still a few weeks off. The witches have only that one chance

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

The Blood Moon hung heavy over the world, a swollen orb of red that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat in Veyra's chest. It bathed the clearing in an eerie, carmine glow, casting the assembled wolves in shades of crimson and shadow. The trees whispered with an unnatural wind, bending low as if bowing to something ancient and unseen.

I didn't have to ask what he wanted me to see because, on the opened page, a part of the words written was underlined with blue ink. My eyes settled on the underlined words as I read them out loud for both of our ears. "From the shards of a broken soul, will come a cry of desperation, tears of sorrow will water the earth, her tears will call on the rain, in the depths of her sorrow, a new wolf will be forged in the gloomy light of the blood moon." I stayed quiet for a minute after reading, trying to make sense of those words. "The fucking blood moon, if she's a part of this pack there's no way she'll be outside during a blood moon." It had to be the night I'd be on a killing rampage.

Whole villages vanished under the smoke of it. The Moonfang wolves were hunters; stealthed, skilled and patient, born for the shadows. They fought like the wind, unseen until it was too late. The Ironclaw wolves were soldiers; trained, disciplined, and brutal. Their claws carried the scent of steel. When their armies clashed, the forest shook. The Blood Moon War, they called it. Every full moon painted the snow red. The goddess who created them watched in silence, her power fading as her children tore each other apart. The balance she built…unity through the moon, shattered. Legends say she wept, and her tears fell as silver rain across Silvercrest.