LOGINWhen the moon turns black, blood will choose its master. Kaelira Voss was never meant to lead—only to obey. Branded as a volatile wolf with a dangerous temper, she spends her life fighting for scraps of respect from a pack that will never trust her. But when a dying boy stumbles across the border whispering of experiments, moonfire, and a coming plague, Kaelira’s act of mercy ignites a chain of events that will change everything. The Lycan King, Zevran Kaelith, arrives to reclaim what’s his: the fugitive boy and the secrets he carries. But when Kaelira’s blood destroys the curse consuming him, Zevran sees the impossible—witchcraft flowing through a wolf’s veins. Bound by ancient magic neither understands, the two become reluctant allies as an ancient prophecy awakens beneath the rising Black Moon. Haunted by visions of her dead mother and hunted by both her former Alpha and the High Lunar Dominion, Kaelira must master the power buried in her blood before it consumes her completely. But the closer she gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between her and the cold, infuriating king who swore he’d never love again. Enemies by birth. Fated by blood. Together, they are the spark that could burn kingdoms—or save them. Blood of the Black Moon is a dark fantasy romance filled with betrayal, power, and slow-burn passion between a fierce female lead and the Lycan king destined to destroy—or worship—her. Perfect for fans of forbidden bonds, hidden magic, and enemies-to-lovers tension that hurts so good.
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Kaelira Voss stood barefoot on the cold ritual stone, mist coiling around her ankles. Every eye in Vyrden Hollow Pack was on her—some expectant, most waiting for her to fail. At the edge of the clearing, Alpha Draven Corren leaned against a torch post, all shadow and command. “Run the perimeter,” he ordered. “Keep control this time, Voss.” Control. As if she hadn’t been practicing restraint her entire life. Kaelira dipped her head and stepped backward off the stone. One breath—and her body shattered into motion. Bone shifted. Skin split to silver fur. The forest rushed up to meet Ardyn, her wolf, with that intoxicating clarity that only came when the world finally made sense. We run for them again? Ardyn teased in her mind. We run for us, Kaelira answered. They darted through the trees, moonlight catching the edges of ferns. Patrol scents painted the air—pine, sweat, iron. But under it, something wrong. Blood. Young. Unclaimed. They found him half-collapsed by a rotted log: a boy no older than sixteen, one arm wrapped in wire engraved with burning sigils. “Don’t—” he gasped, seeing her eyes glow. “They’ll find me.” Kaelira shifted back, skin steaming from the cold. “You’re bleeding on pack land. That’s already a problem.” He swallowed hard. “My name’s Taren. They said this forest was safe.” “Safe from what?” “The Dominion,” he whispered. “They… experiment on wolves. With moonfire.” Kaelira’s stomach tightened. The High Lunar Dominion didn’t “experiment.” They cleansed. Footsteps snapped through the brush—pack warriors. If they found him, he’d be dead before he could finish that sentence. Kaelira pressed a finger to her lips, then dragged him behind the cedar roots. When Alpha Draven appeared, she forced her heartbeat calm. “Perimeter clear,” she lied. “Only deer sign.” He studied her too long before grunting. “Continue.” When the patrol vanished, Kaelira turned back to Taren. “You stay hidden until dawn. Then I’ll get you across the ridge.” Taren nodded, shaking. “Why help me?” Kaelira stared into the dark. “Because someone should.” A horn split the night—three sharp blasts. Border breach. Kaelira cursed and ran toward the sound. The Sigils of Velnor at the boundary stones glowed a sick blue. A figure stood on the far side of the border—tall, dark cloak, silver eyes reflecting the moon. King Zevran Kaelith. The Lycan King himself. “Your pack shelters what is mine,” Zevran said, his voice carrying through the pines. “Return the boy.” Draven stepped forward. “We shelter no one.” Zevran’s eyes cut past him—straight to Kaelira. “Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.The forest seemed alive with whispers.Kaelira and Zevran moved silently along the ridge, the morning mist wrapping around their shoulders like a warning. The valley below spread wide and gray, dotted with faint lights — flickering torches, perhaps, or the eyes of beasts. She couldn’t tell which.Zevran’s hand rested lightly on his sword hilt, the tension in his muscles sharp enough for Kaelira to feel from a step behind. Every few paces he cast a glance over his shoulder, wary of the shadows that shifted between the trees.“You’re quiet,” he said finally.“I’m thinking,” Kaelira replied, keeping her voice low. “About him. About what we’re walking into.”Zevran didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the distant valley, the faint signs of Ardan’s influence spreading like veins of fire through the mist. “Thinking doesn’t change the outcome,” he said finally. “We act, or we fail. There’s no in-between.”She swallowed. “I just… I hate that he’s right sometim
By the time they reached the northern ridge, the forest had changed.The air was colder here, sharp with pine and the faint metallic scent of frost. Mist clung to the roots, curling like smoke around their boots. Kaelira had traveled these woods countless times, but now every tree felt like a witness—silent, watchful, holding its breath.Zevran walked ahead, his pace measured. The mark on his wrist—the one that tied him to the Council—had begun to fade, its lines duller than before. He didn’t mention it, but Kaelira noticed.She noticed everything about him now.The way he ran his thumb along the edge of his blade when he thought. The stiffness in his shoulders each time the wind shifted west—the direction of the Council’s capital. The way he avoided her eyes in the quiet moments, as if afraid of what he might say if he met them too long.And beneath all that, she could feel him.Not in a mystical way, but in the simple, human gravity of proximity. The echo o
The forest was almost too quiet.Not the calm of peace, but the silence before something breaks.Kaelira woke to the sharp whisper of steel.Zevran was already standing, blade half drawn, eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the campfire. The faint orange glow carved him in pieces—jawline, shoulder, the glint of his weapon. Every line of him was coiled tension.She reached for her bow. “What is it?”“Scouts,” he murmured. “Two, maybe three. Council hunters.”Her pulse kicked. “They found us.”Zevran gave a single nod. “Stay behind me.”Kaelira almost laughed. “You forget who’s faster?”But before she could move, he turned slightly, and the look in his eyes rooted her. Not command. Not arrogance. Fear.“Please,” he said, voice low and raw. “Just this once.”Something in her chest tightened. She nodded.They waited, breaths shallow.The first shadow broke from the trees—a tall figure wrapped in the Council’s gray armor, the crest of the
The sound of the circle closing was a low hum, the air thick enough to drink. Torches flickered, their light trembling against the stone walls as if the fire itself feared what was about to happen. Ardan stood in the center, the mark on his throat glowing faintly—gold against the bruised shadow of his skin. Power gathered like a thunderhead around him. Kaelira could taste it. Metallic. Wild. Wrong. She kept her breathing slow, steady, though her palms ached from clenching. Every instinct in her screamed to stop him. To pull him out of that circle and away from whatever dark ritual the Elders had whispered into motion. But Zevran’s hand found her wrist, a warning and a tether in one. “Not yet,” he murmured. His voice was low, steady, but the muscle along his jaw ticked. Kaelira met his eyes—those sharp amber irises that always seemed to see too much. “He’s losing control,” she said under her breath. Zevran’s gaze flicked bac
The forest burned behind her like a second moon had fallen.Kaelira ran until the world narrowed to the sound of breath and the slap of earth beneath her paws. The Alpha’s command still thrummed through her bones—*Run. Live.*—an iron thread tugging her forward even as every wild part of her lunged backward, toward fang and flame and him.Branches whipped her flanks. The night was a strobe of silver between trunks. Smoke dragged its nails down her throat.*Zevran.*The bond didn’t answer at first.She hit the riverbank hard, paws skidding in shale, spray cooling the heat that had collected under her skin. The river here was fat with winter melt, loud and white-toothed, shouldering through the horseshoe bend where they’d once cut palms as children and let their blood ripple out like red minnows in the current. Back then, the water had seemed like a promise. Now it sounded like warning.Kaelira shifted before she had time to think a
The sound came first—not the growl, not the scrape of claws against stone—but the silence between them.It was the kind of silence that split the air open, made the forest itself hold its breath.Kaelira felt it in her bones, in the low thrum beneath her skin that had begun ever since the moon’s last rise.Her wolf pressed against the surface of her thoughts, restless, watchful, whispering one word over and over.Mine.But that wasn’t what this was about. Not tonight.The circle of wolves moved inward, the glow of the ritual fire painting them in amber and shadow. Ardan stood at its heart, every inch of him coiled and ready, his bare chest streaked with earth and the sigil of the old ways drawn across his collarbone. Zevran faced him—taller, quieter, but far more dangerous for it. His silence was the kind that spoke of calculation. Control. The kind that could unravel into something feral with a single breath.Kaelira co






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