Black Moon Clan Novels & Stories

Children of the Moon Clan are extremely rare. Children born from the Dawn, Sun, and the Sunset Clan are not. It was difficult for the Moon Clan’s females to get pregnant and that is why they aged slower then the other Clans. Fifty years in the Dawn, Sun, and Sunset clan was only twenty in the Moon Clan. But a night between the Moon Clan Princess and the Dawn Clan’s King Janus one night at a party made Princess Luna a target. Having no other choice, Princess Luna gave birth to their child and sent her through a portal into the Human Realm. When she dropped her little baby girl off at the human hospital in Montana, she named her Nyx Aurora.

They traveled for days on end. After about eight days, Yoan appeared in a dense forest with James. “Sir, is the Ancient Clan in this forest?” James looked doubtful. Yoan nodded softly and said, “This mountain range is named Mount Bloodmoon. The headquarters of the Ancient Race is at Mount Bloodmoon. The Ancient Clan has consistently maintained a low profile. Members of the Ancient Clan rarely venture outside.” He pointed at the mountain range straight ahead and said, “Mount Bloodmoon is protected by a powerful formation. Any cultivators who enter without getting permission from the Ancient Clan will perish violently in the formation.”

Only after knowing that Klara is living a worry-free life did Darla calm down and agreed to go out and called her friends to meet her at their usual rendezvous spot. Coming out of her home, Darla met with Milo who's waiting for Klara in the car. She halted in her tracks backing away instantly when he looked at her direction. What a scary man? His looks alone took away her breath. He must be from BlackWolf clan, his sturdy body, a black wolf tattoo on his neck and angry face says it all. "Darla, what happened?"

I took a slow breath, closed my eyes, and focused on calming myself before opening them again and heading to class as if nothing had happened. If it were up to my wolf, I would be sprinting across the courtyard to find him. Even now, she kept begging me to go to him, but there was no way I would! Going after my mate would mean revealing my wolf, something I had no intention of doing before turning eighteen. Besides, he saw me too, so if he was interested, he would come after me! There are four classes of clans that guard the borders of the dark world: New Moon, Crescent Moon, Full Moon, and Waning Moon. Each has distinct characteristics that set them apart, from the predominant fur coloratio

Learning about the ongoing situation in Blackmoon left me feeling drained. With those thoughts in mind, I couldn't help but draw a comparison between the two packs. From a geographical standpoint, Blackmoon possesses a significant advantage. Anyone aiming to reach the opposite side of the continent must go through Blackmoon as this is the sole land route available. Otherwise, they'd have to brave the sea on both sides, a task that's particularly daunting for werewolves who aren't particularly fond of sea voyages. Blackmoon acts as a natural bridge, connecting the two parts of the continent. Consequently, all packs are required to pay special tribute to Blackmoon if they intend to traverse it

I asked. "Aren't we all rogue Clans? Just because we weren't endorsed doesn't make us outsiders. The werewolf community does not recognize us as a Clan yet the Black Moon Pack full of rogues and dangerous wolves are recognized, yet they are a rogue Clan as you have so rightly stated." She replied. " We need to ensure your safety, Rojas. You can't be seen coming out like that. You are the last grey hound wolf in existence. They could kill you to claim the prize " I warned her

Clara Voss, the chosen, the perfect, the one who would secure the alliance with the Silverfang Pack and ensure the north remained unbreakable. Across from them lounged the man who had ridden in at dusk with a retinue of twenty black furred wolves and not a single smile: Damien Blackwood, heir to Silverfang. He was everything the rumors promised and more. Tall enough that even seated he seemed to dominate the space, shoulders broad beneath dark leather armor edged in wolf pelt, hair the color of raven wings falling loose past his collar. His face was sharp angles and shadowed hollows, beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful before it destroys. And his eyes... storm gray, cold as the glacier

Demetrius thought and smiled even more. "I see" Demetrius laughed. "I'll let you two live this time" Demetrius stood up and walked away. Bonnie and Clyde released a huge breath of relief at that. "That was close." “Black Venom” Is the only rival to Aurelio's clan. They're just as big and as powerful as them and that makes the mortal enemies. The clan is led by Demetrius. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••GODFATHER'S SUITE••

We needed answers. I turned to the desk beside me, reaching for parchment and a quill. A scribe. I needed a scribe. I stepped out of my chambers, calling for one of the castle scribes. Within moments, a young man arrived, carrying writing materials. “Write down everything I say,” I ordered, pacing the room. “The Blackwood Clan is ruled by Kai, Damien, Lucian, and Rowan Blackwood. That leaves six other ruling families—Korvus, Stormbringer, Drakon, Vandros, Bloodstone, and Darkfire. We suspect that the lycans who attacked me are from one of these clans.”

This man left our clan to leak information about us and for what? Ten million dollars ! He blackmailed us,we don't do anything that's against the law. We don't shed blood except when extremely necessary such as his case. We respect human lives but Raves, they don't. Not only is killing a sin but also a crime. Raves do more than kill but they are not influential enough to block out the consequences so they target clans and frame them. That,we don't tolerate. Unfortunately the only way out from Zenturio is death. He's gonna die today after he tells me where Mateo and Remy are.