Novels by Dammy Anad

After the MoonlightDraven’s POVThe night after the celebrationThe courtyard had gone quiet.The laughter, the music, the howls, all faded into the night until only the whisper of the wind remained. The moon hung high, silver and full, watching over Crescent Moon like a silent witness to everything we’d endured.Nyra is asleep beside me now, and I'm so happy to have her back in my life. She actually made me feel myself again after so many years. I really regretted letting her go and hurting her. I thought I wouldn't see her again, but I am so lucky to have her back. The moon goddess showed me mercy and brought her back to me. I will never let her go again. Her head rested on my chest, her breath soft, steady, a rhythm I’d almost forgotten could bring peace. My fingers traced slow lines through her hair as I listened to the heartbeat that once felt like a miracle I’d never deserve again. My wolf was so happy and wagged his tail. The bond between us pulsed faintly, no longer burning

Eira’s JourneyEira’s POVThe night the Crescent Moon fell into silence, I was already far from the packhouse, hunting shadows that refused to die.They said the war was ending. That Zaira had been defeated. That peace was finally within reach.But I knew better. Evil never really dies. It lingers like smoke after fire, drifting through the cracks of memory, waiting for the wind to stir it awake again.The forest was still bleeding. The trees whispered secrets to me as I moved, fast, silent, every step a dance between the living and the lost. My daggers were coated in wolfsbane, my senses sharp, my heart heavy. The air reeked of burnt magic, a reminder of what we had lost to the witch’s rage. The ground beneath my boots was soft with ash and sorrow. Every breath tasted like goodbye.“Come out,” I murmured, my voice steady but tired. “You’ve run far enough.”A rustle answered me, faint but deliberate. From the thick shadows emerged one of Zaira’s last sentinels, a rogue wolf, trembling

The Vow Under the MoonNyra’s POVThe night was quiet.Not the kind of quiet that felt empty, but the kind that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. The kind that said: you’re safe now.The full moon hung high above the forest, silver and gentle, casting light over the clearing behind the packhouse. The grass shimmered faintly, and the air smelled like wildflowers and rain.Draven had told me to meet him there after the pack had gone to rest. He hadn’t said why. But something in his eyes told me it wasn’t just for a walk.When I reached the clearing, he was already there, standing beneath the moonlight, dressed in black. His hair caught the light like silk, and his eyes, those deep stormy eyes, found me instantly.He smiled faintly. “You came.”“Of course,” I said softly, stepping closer. “You told me not to be late.”He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “You’re never late. You just like to make an entrance.”I folded my arms, pretending to be serious. “You say that like it’s a bad

Auren’s Training DayAuren’s POVThe sun hadn’t even climbed over the trees yet, but Lydia was already standing in the middle of the training field, arms crossed, expression sharp as a blade.“You’re late,” she said the moment she saw me.I puffed out a breath. “It’s not even sunrise!”“Exactly,” she replied. “The Moon doesn’t wait, and neither should you.”Sometimes, I think Lydia secretly enjoyed making me sweat.The training ground was still damp from the night dew. The smell of wet grass filled the air, and a few warriors were already sparring in the distance. My muscles were sore from yesterday, but I didn’t say anything. Mama always said strength wasn’t about what you could do, it was about what you kept doing even when it hurt.“Focus,” Lydia ordered, her silver staff tapping the ground. “Show me your flame.”I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The world went quiet for a moment, only the thud of my heartbeat and the whisper of the wind in my ears. Then, warmth began to build i

The Luna’s First MorningNyra’s POVThe first morning after peace felt… strange.Not because something was wrong, but because, for once, nothing was.I woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains, soft and warm against my skin. The air smelled like pine and honey, the scent of home. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening. No screams. No alarms. Just the steady rhythm of Draven’s heartbeat beside me.He was still asleep, one arm lazily draped over my waist, his breath brushing against my shoulder. I watched him for a while, tracing the faint scars on his chest with my eyes, the ones that told the story of everything we survived.He looked peaceful.I think that was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.When his lashes fluttered and his silver eyes opened, a slow smile spread across his face.“Good morning, Luna,” he murmured, voice deep and rough with sleep.“Morning,” I whispered back, smiling. “I could get used to this.”He chuckled softly. “You had better. Because I’m

Where the Moonlight FallsNyra's POVBy morning, the ashes were gone. Lydia said the wind took them during the night. What was left of Zaira blew away into nothing. No one said anything about it, but I could feel how everyone felt relieved. The heavy weight that weighed us down for so long was finally gone.And for the first time in so many years, I woke up without being afraid.A soft and golden sunlight reflected in through the curtains. Draven was still sleeping right next to me, and his arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck, and it was slow and calm. He did not leave my side for once, ever since the battle started. Not even once. I do not think he trusted the world enough to leave me all by myself.And to be honest, I don't think so either.But when I slowly turned to look at him, I saw his eyes open. I saw something I had not seen in so long. Peace. No anger. No darkness. Just him."Good morning," he said, his voice was rough from sleep.I smiled. "Morning."He t