Blood Moon Rising

Paranormal Romance

The coming of the Blood Moon will lead two Lycan packs into war, spur two rival brothers into conflict, and spark an act of vengeance so evil that its effects will be felt for generations. And one woman stands at the centre of it all...

Book 1


Book 2

Book 3

The Truth

In medieval Europe, wolves were feared and looked upon as the scourge of the earth. Many people lost their lives to wolf attacks. In 1281 Edward I, Longshanks, king of England, commissioned the great hunter, Peter Corbet, to eliminate the wolves in England. Peter, who would come to be known as Peter the Wolf, accepted the charter with bloodthirsty gusto, and soon hundreds upon thousands of wolves were slain. The devastation of wolves did not end with their demise in England and Scotland. As the centuries passed and the wolves fled into other parts of Europe, the hunt continued.

The Lore

In Peter’s time, there was a deformed wolf, Fenrir, an outcast born of an alpha and his mate.

All of the alphas, even Fenrir’s own sire, were so disgusted by Fenrir’s deformities that they banished him from all the packs. Furious that his own kind would shun him, Fenrir struck a deal with Gilda, the Druid witch of the Marches. She would grant the outcast wolf alpha strength and immortality in return for the slaying of twin wolves and the delivery of their souls every one hundred years.

Fortified and hungry for vengeance, Fenrir offered his services to Peter Corbet.

With Fenrir’s help, Peter hunted the packs and slew them. Only the strongest survived. Most fled north into Scotland, then into Norway and Russia. In Russia the great pack, Vulkasin, was born. Another pack fled south into France and across the Great Pyrenees where they settled and coexisted with the fierce Basque people. There, the formidable Mondragon pack multiplied and thrived.

Before Peter Corbet’s death, King Edward rewarded the great hunter for his fearlessness with a gold ring fashioned in the image of a howling wolf. Set as the eye, a rare, bloodred ruby. Peter dubbed the ring the Eye of Fenrir. And it was passed down to the eldest Corbet son.

The wolf hunts did not end with Peter’s death. With Fenrir’s guidance, Peter’s progeny picked up where their sire left off, as did their descendants through the ages, who would come to be known as Slayers.

The centuries passed, the hunted wolves moved into the vast Siberian wasteland and then across the great Bering Sea and into the New World. There the mystic Inuit people who had great respect for the wolves befriended them. But the Slayers, led by the vengeful Fenrir, followed.

On a fateful night, one that coincided with the sun reflecting on the full lunar eclipse and turning it bloodred, the Slayers, led by Fenrir, attacked the great wolf packs—both the Mondragon in Europe and the Vulkasin in the New World. Both packs fought valiantly. But Fenrir’s vengeance was too potent.

Seeing that the great packs were on the verge of extinction, Singarti, the great spirit guide of the Inuit, called to the gods for intervention. Lightning struck the master Slayer known as the jager, killing him. Singarti took the Eye of Fenrir from his hand and turned it on its namesake, forcing Fenrir’s spirit into the ring. Singarti cast a sealing spell, trapping Fenrir within, then buried the ring deep into the frozen tundra of the North.

Singarti knew for the wolves to survive into the next millennia they must be able to shift into human form. And so she raised her arms to the great gods once more and asked that they have mercy on the wolves. The gods were benevolent that day. The surviving wolves shifted into human form and were called Lycan, only to take their natural wolf form for twenty-four hours during each full moon or when provoked by great rage. Singarti further protected the Lycan with the gift of her daughter, Sasha, to the great Vulkasin alpha, Arnou. With an infusion of Inuit blood, the Lycan thrived.

This infuriated Fenrir. Through the confines of the ring, he called upon the dark gods and demanded they favor him with a chance to raise his Slayers against the Lycan. And the gods scoffed but promised him this: when he found one who was equal to him in power but pure of heart, the gods would release him from the ring and grant him the chance to defeat the Lycan on the next rising of the Blood Moon.

The Slayers continued to hunt wolves and Lycan alike. The wolves continued to grow fewer in numbers, but the Lycan thrived. With no help from the banished Fenrir, the Slayers turned to black magic to aid them in their efforts to annihilate all things Lycan.

Ten generations passed. The Eye of Fenrir lay buried deep in the snowy tundra of the North. With the second coming of the Blood Moon looming, the two great packs, Mondragon and Vulkasin, united. Tamaska, pack Vulkasin’s alpha female, conceived and bore twin males, Rafael and Lucien: one dark, the other light. The births set off a year of countless other births, strengthening the bloodline and guaranteeing yet another generation of Lycans.

Though buried deep in the northern ice, Fenrir’s senses were so great that he was aware of the twins’ birth. Furious and more desperate than ever to be freed, he used all of his dark magic and called out to the jager, Thomas Corbet.

Thomas heard the call and unearthed the Eye of Fenrir. Knowing the power the ring possessed and what would happen if Fenrir was freed, Thomas kept the rising of the ring to himself. But Thomas exploited the ring’s power. The Lycans who had thrived were systematically hunted and slain at an alarming rate.

Tragedy struck on the Vulkasin twins’ tenth birthday. Their parents were slain by Thomas, his two brothers, and his marauders. Vulkasin’s powerful medicine woman, Layla, was kidnapped by Thomas Corbet. Though it is forbidden for a Slayer to lie with a Lycan, Thomas could not control the overwhelming desire he experienced when he was in the presence of the soulful Lycan. Shamelessly, he took Layla; she bore him a child, a girl she named Falon . . .

As undisputed Alpha, Rafael must choose a life mate to preserve the dominance of his Lycan pack. He never suspected, his mate would be a human, a woman he seduces from the brink of death. Falon is a dangerous combination of Lycan and Slayer - beings bred to destroy his kind. Even more, she's a mesmerizing beauty whose sensuality tempts the seasoned warrior to take unnecessary risks. The primal heat between them is irresistible, yet surrendering to it could destroy them both...for a vengeful foe stands ready in the shadows to fulfil what is rightfully his by Blood Law.