Todos os capítulos de Lumina's Eclipse : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“What do you mean you can’t lift the curse.” “It’s an ancient curse as old as time. According to the legends anyone with the mark of the star will be lost in the dark, ushering an era of endless night.” “Those with the mark of the star only live to twenty moons at most, and their deaths usher an era of darkness. There has only been four cases throughout history as the curse is notoriously vicious in claiming the life of both the caster and the person its casted upon.” “So in other words, whoever did this to my child is most likely dead?” George asked his face a blank mask of false calm.” “Yes, I'm sorry Alpha but there is nothing I can do” “Is there really no way to break the curse? Are you really going to stand there and watch my daughter die?” George asked his voice slipping to his Alpha voice at the end. His whole-body shook with barely contained anger. “I understand your rage, but this is beyond me. I suggest the child is put to rest and cleansed to prevent the chaos th

“Calm down both of you, before you send everyone into a panicked frenzy.” The seer of the Grey moon pack Niall said. He was a tiny wolf in his late sixties with long white hair packed into a tail at his neck and dressed in black wool cloth. Although he was small, both Alphas relaxed immediately at his command which went to show how powerful he was. George sent him a curious glance, for as long as he could remember no one but dominant Alphas had been able to stand up to him when his pheromones were released, this seer was not to be trifled with. The seer set to work calming the frenzied wolves of both packs very quickly and efficiently. George was impressed, although his seer was a talented wolf, he had to admit that this seer could be more powerful. His pack will benefit greatly if Amal was sent to learn under him. “Now if you two are done with this egoistical posturing can we get on with the meeting? Niall said softly before returning to his position behind Lucien. “You are right

The banquet to celebrate the new alliance and bethrotal was mere dawns away. Things have been a bit tense at the Greymoon pack since Alpha had announced the alliance with their rival pack. Relations with the Sunlit pack have been tensed at best and the sudden alliance left many unsettled, however they had unwavering trust in their Alpha. Lucien had decided to host the banquet at the dandelion field located at the heart of the pack. And only those invited were allowed to attend. This field was near where the training fields of their pack, this will allow them immediate defense in case of any accidents. A figure sprinted off towards the backyards of the palace into a small opening, darting through the narrow tunnel carved out beneath the thickets, a path he had discovered moons ago during one of his many escapades. It led straight into the outskirts of the village, far away from the watchful eyes of the guards and his ever-watchful brothers. Paws hit the earth lightly, every stride con

The banquet had begun to unravel. The great hall, once alive with music and laughter, was sinking into the sluggish haze of wine. Some guests slumped against the table, their heads lolling in drunken slumber. Others slipped away two by two, voices hushed, footsteps uneven. Only the sharp eyed councilors remained steady, their words barbed and measured even as the night waned. Aaliyah sat still at her place, her back straight despite the weight of hours. Her silver gown shimmered faintly under the fading light of the chandeliers, and though she smiled when addressed, her thoughts were elsewhere. She felt it again the faint tug, the bond thrumming quietly in her chest like a whisper she dared not acknowledge. Keith was not in the hall. She didn’t need eyes to know it. Her father, Alpha George, dismissed her with a glance, believing her too delicate to endure the night’s final hours. She rose gracefully, bowing her head. “If you’ll excuse me, Father,” she said softly, her voice w

The library had become Aaliyah’s sanctuary, though it often felt more like a tomb. She prowled its endless shelves day after day, searching for fragments of knowledge hidden in brittle parchment and dust. The words swam before her tired eyes, legends of gods and curses blurring together, yet she pressed on. Each page she turned felt like prying open the past itself.It was on the third evening that her fingers paused on a spine wedged so tightly between larger tomes it seemed determined to remain forgotten. The leather was cracked, the title long erased. She pulled it free and nearly sneezed as dust plumed into the candlelit air.Inside, the script was faint, almost erased by time, but her eyes caught on a phrase repeated again and again. 'The Weaver sees beyond the moon. The Weaver speaks where the goddess is silent.'Her pulse quickened. She turned page after page, finding cryptic references to a seer, older than the oldest records, who had once lived in the borderlands between the