Semua Bab White Wolf: Blood Moon Rising” : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The night they killed her, everyone believed Nyxara Vale was finished—reduced to nothing but dust and the echo of a nightmare they all hoped to forget. Whispers of her death flickered through the dark like moths to a flame, and for a moment, the world exhaled. Her name, once spoken with awe and envy, became a warning, a cautionary tale for anyone foolish enough to rise too high.Cassian Ward grinned as he hammered the final stake into the earth, his hands slick with sweat and satisfaction, convinced his work was done. Beside him, Brielle Shaw’s laughter sliced through the night, brittle and merciless, the sound of trust splintering beyond repair. Together, they watched the shadows, certain that their greatest rival—the untouchable heiress, too beautiful and cunning for her own good—had finally been wiped clean from the ledger of the living.They thought they’d won. They thought Nyxara was gone for good.They were wrong.Pain, sharp as shattered glass, forced Nyxara back to herself. Dea

The night air sliced through Nyxara’s bones as she stepped out of the ceremony hall, leaving behind the smoldering ruins of everything she once trusted. The fractured echoes of the crowd faded into nothing, replaced by an eerie silence that clung to her like a second skin. Behind her, the mansion’s lights flickered and dimmed, as if even the house itself recoiled from the force she’d become. Inside, her old life lay in tatters—shame and betrayal still burning in the air like incense after a funeral. Beneath her skin, the violet fire simmered. It no longer hurt. Its pain had been replaced by a tremulous waiting, a hunger, deep and abiding, that thrummed beneath every heartbeat.Barely ten minutes since clawing her way out of death’s icy grasp, and already her mind was sharp with vengeance. The old Nyxara, shattered and discarded, was buried with the ashes. What had risen was something new—something merciless.She dug her phone from her pocket, the cursed device that had betrayed her in

The instant he walked into the hall, everything shifted. It was as if the very air thickened, humming with tension, charged so heavily that Celeste half-expected the walls to shatter if anyone so much as blinked. The atmosphere prickled, every breath electric, foretelling something monumental.Celeste’s eyes—those wild, storm-swollen violets—narrowed to slits. Her wolf unfurled inside her, a low, guttural rumble echoing through her bones, hackles raised and teeth bared in the landscape of her mind. Every instinct she owned screamed out, relentless and clear: This is him. The one we’ve been waiting for.He was tall, broad-shouldered, moving with a dangerous grace that made it seem as though he’d been hewn from the heart of chaos itself. His dark hair, unruly in a way that looked like it was always being tousled by the wind, framed a face that was all sharp lines and smolder. But it was his eyes—those burning, amber-gold irises, fierce and impossible to look away from—that pinned her in

Celeste didn’t wait for the sun. She was already pacing her penthouse—this glass-and-marble kingdom that never really felt like hers, no matter how much money sparkled in every corner, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself she’d finally claimed it. All that wealth meant nothing if she couldn’t control it, if it slipped through her fingers like sand. Last night changed everything. The balance of power had shifted, lines redrawn in blood and memory, and now every instinct screamed for dominance. She needed control—over herself, her enemies, her legacy. All of it, tightly gripped, never again vulnerable to someone else’s games.Her wolf was restless beneath her skin, prowling, hungry, its presence a constant pressure against the cage of her ribs. It stirred with every heartbeat, impatient, eager for a hunt, for the taste of fear and victory. The morning light, all gold and violet, caught in her hair as she trailed her fingers along the edge of her desk, the cool surface

The sun hadn’t even bothered to rise, yet the Vale Estate already reeked of smoke and iron—a stench thick enough to choke on, heavy with the memory of violence. Purple and gold flames still licked along the battered stone walls, remnants of last night’s chaos, stubbornly refusing to die out. The darkness pressed in, but Celeste paced the balcony with predatory grace, her violet eyes slicing through the gloom. Beneath her skin, her wolf prowled, restless and hungry, muscles tensed for what was to come.Kael slipped up beside her, his presence a silent warning. Their shoulders brushed, and even that small contact thrummed with tension. Every movement he made—measured, deliberate—radiated danger. He was a predator in every sense, eyes burning amber in the uncertain dawn. “They’re pros,” he murmured, voice low and edged with fury. “Somebody paid for this. Somebody wants you dead—and the Vale name erased from this city.”Celeste’s jaw set, the muscles twitching with barely-contained rage.