Novel & Cerita Black Moon Clan

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

He answered almost immediately. “It is not good news, Luna”, he said. “At least not for us”, he added before continuing. “That crest is the crest of the council of Elders”, he told me. “It seems that the Alpha of Blackmoon pack requested a pardon letter that cannot be rejected by any of the packs tho be sent to us”, he explained. “But why would they even permit him to do such a thing?” Lena asked. “Are they unaware of the history between our pack and Blackmoon?” She asked angrily. “What lies could he have told them to make them issue a pardon letter?” She asked.

Cassian barked, spinning toward the ridge. "No," Julian hissed, eyes narrowed. "Something else." The air shifted. Wolves stopped mid-fight. And then, from the shadows beyond the pass, they emerged—not Blood Moon soldiers, but cloaked figures in dark silver armor. Their movements were synchronized, predatory, disciplined. "Who the hell are they?" Cassian growled. I didn’t answer. Because I already knew. "They’re not Blood Moon," I murmured. "They’re Blackmane." The name hung heavy in the air—Blackmane, a mercenary pack long thought extinct, infamous for fighting not for loyalty but for the highest bidder. And if they were here now, it meant only one thing that Kaelus had bought their blades.

Ulric’s POV: The Bloodmoon Packhouse looms silent beneath the moon. From the outside, it looks like nothing more than a massive stone lodge hidden deep in the forest. Inside, though, power breathes through these walls. Generations of Alphas have ruled from here. Wars have been planned. Alliances forged and broken. I stand alone in my father’s study, staring out the tall window at the dark forest. The moon hangs in the sky, glistening between tree branches.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

But as I raised my glass to toast. I noticed something strange. In the corner of the hall, there was an empty seat. And the symbol on it... was black and green. "Kai," I called out softly. "Who is that seat for? Why is it empty?" Kai followed my gaze and his expression turned serious. "That... is the seat for the Venom Clan." "Venom Clan?" I frowned. "I never read about them in the books." "They are a new clan," Kai explained quietly. "Or rather, they emerged from the underground recently. They control poison, illusion, and dark arts. No one knows much about them... but they are very powerful and very dangerous."

She couldn't let that happen, so she thought of another thing to do, to get his attention back to her, but he was trying to get Blair to look at him. The sorcerer was brought forward to remind the people about Blackmoon pack, their fiercest enemy. After getting to the front role with so much difficulty, Sodom finally started. "The black moon pack was once part of Demini. They are known as our fiery enemy, but that was just because we are related to them by blood. The black moon is headed by Alpha Barthur, and he is the twin brother of your father.

“Let’s talk inside.” She followed me, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Once we were seated, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “The Black Bullet Clan isn’t just some small-time gang,” I began. “They’re a network of mercenaries and criminals for hire—dangerous, resourceful, and relentless. They’ve been after me for years.” Kelly’s brows furrowed. “Why? What do they want from you?”

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

It has no outsiders, no alliances, and no wars, just a clan of monsters and misfits who turned their back on the world and built something untouchable. They weren’t ordinary rogues. No, the Blackwoods were more... werewolf and lycan and witch and goddess-knows-what-else, a mad cocktail of bloodlines that turned them into legends and nightmares. Hybrids in every sense, wild in every way, barbarians with too much class and too many secrets. They didn’t meddle in realm politics, didn’t crave conquest or titles. They had no need to, their silence was its own weapon, their self-sufficiency a fortress no army could breach.