Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It wasn’t anywhere she knew. The others appeared behind her, one by one, their outlines rippling like reflections on water. The sky above them was a black dome streaked with red veins of light. Trees twisted in impossible shapes. The ground was soft, like ash and heartbeat at once. Caleb looked around, his face pale. “We’re inside,” he said. “This is Black Hollow.” Silas’s eyes glowed brighter than she’d ever seen. “Welcome to his world,” he murmured. Somewhere in the distance a bell began to toll, deep and slow, as if marking the time they had left. Ava tightened her grip on the dagger. Her father’s voice echoed faintly in her memory: Under the Blood Moon, choose. She straightened her shoul

The silence of the night pressed heavily against the walls of the safe house, but inside Isabella’s mind, a storm was raging. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and suddenly she was no longer sitting on the worn couch — she was back in a small, sunlit room from years ago, a place untouched by the violence and betrayal that now ruled her life.

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

“Then we face him. Together.” The first attack came as a shadow on the edge of the forest. Damien’s forces — rogue wolves and mercenaries who had pledged themselves to his dark will — emerged silently, their movements precise and predatory. The fortress’s outer gates shuddered under their assault, but the Black Moon pack was ready. Lena and Nyah, golden glow shimmering faintly, moved to the front lines with a quiet strength. Their bodies were altered subtly by the awakening, their instincts heightened, their connection to the life-thread giving them an unerring sense of rhythm in the fight to come.

In shock of my predicament, I plummeted to the ground and tears followed shortly. “Are you okay?” Lenore asked. I sniffled, “I want to go home.” She laughed, the maid laughed, “Home? This place is sealed from the rest of the— “You’re lying,” shaking my head vigorously as I rose to my feet, “Tell me you’re lying!!” “No miss,” She replied, “The Alpha King’s lair is sealed from the rest of the world, only he can let you go.” I’ve heard rumors and stories of it, The Blood Moon King’s lair, situated in the shadow city. No one enters and no one leaves without his permission, those who manage to get in never return and those who manage to leave plunge into a scarring death.

"The team is ready. We should leave now if we want to reach the compound before nightfall." Casie nodded, schooling her features into professional focus despite the distracting warmth pulsing through her veins. "Let's go. Dr. Vasquez, please forward any additional findings directly to my phone." The drive began in tense silence, Nathaniel at the wheel with Rick beside him while Casie and Valeria occupied the back seats. The arrangement was deliberate, Casie had insisted on it, needing physical distance from both mates to maintain clarity as her body's chemistry continued its relentless shift. "The Blackwood compound is one of the oldest supernatural strongholds in North America," Valeria obs

At least, that was what Naira thought until Zain entered her life. **10 years ago** Little Naira entered the Moonlit Pack with Yvone and Karim Dylan. Her clothes were torn, her black hair unkempt, with scratches and wounds littering her face and arms. She walked behind the couple with her head down as they led her towards Alpha Adeel Moore's mansion. The Moonlit Pack, the largest and strongest pack in the Middle East desert region, was known for their strong warriors and immense wealth. The Alpha mansion was built in the center of the pack ground, with red stone and glass that gleamed in the moonless night.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Do you see them, Ash? They aren't waiting for a command anymore. They’re waiting for a heartbeat." Rhea stood on the jagged, salt-stained balcony of the Blackwood Estate, her fingers curling around the cold iron railing. The wind whipped her hair across her face, smelling of ozone and the ancient, damp earth of the Under-Whisper. Below her, the courtyard was no longer filled with the disciplined ranks of the Silverfang Pack. Instead, it was a sea of shifting, restless forms—wolves that stood on two legs with the grace of humans, and humans whose eyes glowed with the predatory violet of the void.

That was all she had said. Nothing more. Nothing that accused Rowena. Yet an uneasy feeling settled deep in her stomach. She turned toward the tavern, hoping the feeling would pass. It didn't. Across Moonhaven, the young reporter hurried through the bustling streets toward the headquarters of Mooncrest Communications Pack. He burst into the newsroom with ink-stained notes clutched in one hand. "I've got something." Editors looked up from their desks. "What is it?" "The woman inside Blackwolf Manor." Within minutes, several reporters gathered around him.