All Chapters of Bloodmoon Chronicles : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nova stared at the moon wishing for hope as she was losing strength. Her powers could not compete with that of her grandmother's.She had tried different psychic ways to make the cage loose but each time, she always failed to break it, and her little strength too. For the past 17 years she had lived with her grandmother, she had always wondered whether her grandmother was really her late mother's mother. She always treated her coldly and this had always left her wondering what situation could have happened to her in the past that made her become this way. This was the second day she had locked her out of the yard. She was inside the cage, under the half Moon, she was weak and feeble.It was possible for her to survive the other days her grandmother had her locked in her room without food. She could bear it because then, she had always had snacks and junks hidden in different corners of her room but now that she was locked outside in the cage with no blanket and nobody to help her

With her gaze locked in to his throbbing member, he watched as her hands slid down her body, one stopped at her breast, the other travelled down further. Her legs opened wider and her fingers slid down her wetness and inside of her own wet hole. She plunged her finger in and out, and he could see the wetness shine from her finger tips. His hand continued up and down his shaft, her eyes fixed on his hand, his eyes fixated on her fingers. They both played with themselves, each inching closer to their own release.Every now and then he would watch as her hand travelled back up and she licked her fingers clean, her eyes would close and a soft moan would escape her lips, then back down between her legs.Once he started to get closer, she looked at his eyes and said soft and breathlessly, "come for me, on me!"He watched as her fingers played and then she lifted her breast and licked her nipple. Between the intensity of his strokes climbing, and the visual excitement he was watching, he wa

But then, she sensed the haughty shadow behind her. The shadow seemed to carry an unfamiliar scent.Her senses were heightened as she found out she was being followed along the deserted bush.She could hear the echo of footsteps, it rang in her ears that were fast picking up any sounds coming from her surroundings.The stores were irregular and had been crafted to synchronize with hers so she wouldn't notice as the person might have found out what she was, she thought.Glancing over her shoulder casually with a face bearing untold disgusts from the suspicion, caught glimpses of a shadow darting from one alley to another behind her.She increased her pace, subtly but swiftly without alerting her follower and in the twinkle of an eye, she seemed to have disappeared.Lucien stood in the middle of the path, lost as to where she could have disappeared to, but also curious as to her rank in the werewolf world to possess such finely trained skills.It was no doubt that werewolves we're good

Nova was losing herself. Her wolf form was intermittently switching places with her human self, and each time she turned into a wolf, she always felt pains and the desire to kill and prey on fresh meat.She wasn't used to it. She was used to living like a human with her grandmother, consuming beetroots, herbs and some other human food. But the skin her body desired was making her antagonized and crazy.She found a tree and sat under it.She transformed to a werewolf again. She let out a howl. Then she switched to a human again. She could not control herself. She could not control what she turned into.She saw a deer from a corner. She bit her lips, licking it. Then she turned to a werewolf but let out a howl which sent the terrified deer running away for it's life.She turned back to a human. Her human form did not desire fresh meat, and she was thankful she could occasionally still turn into a human. She couldn't imagine herself feeding on the body of a live deer.Still thinking to

Damien scrutinized the unconscious body that Freya dropped in the middle of the Oracle's shrine.The other werewolves had gathered, all surprised at how quickly she returned from finding the mate of the Alpha Heir.Did she perhaps know him all along, they hushed within themselves."Why does she have bruises all over her body?" He inquired." It appeared that she had been in an altercation with someone before she wolfed out,...... my alpha" she added,, sensing the eyes she was cast by the others who felt her short response insulting to the heir, when she was an omega." I found her in the bushes when she was trying to escape, and brought her in" she added for all that cared to listen.One of the elders walked up to where Nova's body lay. A few females followed him with woven baskets in their hands.He began to apply ointments and balms on her body to treat the stab wounds."Does she give off any scent?" Damien uttered."No my heir, I cannot pick up any scents from her body"" How do w