Wolves Of Blood Moon Novels & Stories

POV: Allie It’s the 10th month of the year, the mating season, the time the high ranked wolves, the Alpha’s and kings comes trooping to the moon Blood pack. The moon Blood pack is the richest and most secure pack in the region. We are called daughters of the moon goddess because this is a pack of She wolves, no men allowed, well, except for mating which is pure politics these days.

“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.

Chapter 50: The Moon Goddess Rises The Blood Moon didn't just shine. It bled. It hung heavy in the sky, swollen and crimson, casting the Blackthorn mountains in a light that made the snow look like rivers of red. I stood on the highest ridge. The wind whipped my hair around my face. My cloak billowed behind me like dark wings. Below, the pack had gathered. Hundreds of wolves stood in a vast circle, their eyes reflecting the crimson glow. They were silent. Reverent.

*** The night of the actual lesser blood moon, the whole compound hummed like a plucked string. Wolves moved through the halls with their ears a little higher, their eyes a little wider. Old ones muttered to themselves. Young ones tried to act unimpressed and failed. We’d announced the event as something deliberate. A gathering. A watching. It's not a hiding. As the sun slid down and the first stars pricked through the deepening blue, wolves drifted toward the main field—Blackmoon first, then a few Nightfang visitors who’d taken our invitation to see “what a blood moon looks like when it doesn’t want to kill you.”

Chapter Fourteen Dante's wolf was not pleased. 'Don't you dare choose her brother?' Dante remained seated as the banquet continued around him, his expression unreadable. "I didn't choose her brother. What do you even mean?" 'You know what I mean. The girl is far more interesting.' Dante almost sighed. His wolf had been unusually restless since their arrival in Silvermoon. First, it had taken an interest in the girl who nearly got herself run over by their car. Now it was insisting that she accompany him during the assembly.

I looked at Zayvian, and he had not looked at her once. Across the table, a woman lifted her eyes. She was the most beautiful wolf I had ever seen. Hair the color of pale wine pinned in a crown of braids. A gown of sapphire silk. Skin like cream, shoulders bare, a neck made for diamonds, and a smile so perfectly arranged I wondered how long she had practiced it in a mirror. "Luna Carlow," she said warmly. "I have heard so much about you." I listened to her heart, because I always did.

"I don't know what comes next. I don't know if we can survive. But I know we can try. Together." The first howl comes from the back of the crowd. Then another. Then another. Until the night is filled with the sound of hundreds of wolves howling at the Blood Moon. I don't join them. I just stand there, watching. Garrick takes my hand. Merrick stands on my left. Stellan on my right. "We're with you," Garrick says. "Always," Merrick adds. "To the end," Stellan finishes. I look at the three of them. The wolf of rage. The wolf of ice. The wolf of sight. Bound to me. Whether they know it or not. The Blood Moon rises higher. And the reckoning begins.

“The Blood Moon robs the oracles of their foresight, Laura. Perhaps you can take away her foresight permanently.” “I can´t allow you to do that.” Old Mia shoots another fireball at us, which I catch in one hand. Whatever power I receive from the Blood Moon has become concentrated in my hands. I act instinctively; the next thing I know, I am up on the dais in front of Old Mia. I grab her head and press my thumbs into her eyes, blinding her. Old Mia screams out in pain, as blood gushes from her eyes. I release my grip on her head and the old crone collapses to the floor, thrashing around violently. I turn my back on her and move to join Nolan. “I am no angel. I´m a werewolf.”

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.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?