Novel & Cerita Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1

Only this time, there was no Havoc jumping out to ward off danger as I run for the forest. Once I pass the tree line, a much larger version of the black wolf is there, waiting. I turn to go and have an enemy on either side and nowhere to run. The bigger of the two wolves shifts back to his human form. He’s massive, with long black hair and even darker eyes, a scar running along his jawline on the left side of his otherwise strangely handsome face. ‘This one is full of Evil’, Bella said as I backed up against the tree nearest where I stood, shifting myself.

Lyra's POV The decision to leave should have brought me peace. Instead, it left me feeling strangely empty. For years, my entire identity had been tied to this pack, I wasn't just Lyra Blackwood I was the Luna of the Nightfang Pack. I was Darius's mate and Leo's mother. Every sacrifice I made had been for them every difficult choice had been made with their future in mind yet somewhere along the way, I had become the only person nobody was willing to fight for.

“You blew up his world. Now he wants to look you in the eye and figure out how.” “Or he wants to kill me,” I said. “That too,” she replied, shrugging. “Honestly, probably a bit of both.” Malek looked back at her. “You’re awfully calm about all this.” She smiled a little. “I’ve tracked a Bloodmoon bloodline for eleven years. My scale for ‘calm’ moved a long time ago.”

Black markings slowly emerged beneath her skin, spreading like living shadows before settling into intricate patterns along her arms and shoulders. Her nails lengthened into razor-sharp black claws. Strands of her hair lifted as though an invisible force surrounded her, darkening until it was as black as midnight. The air itself grew heavier. The forest fell completely silent. Even the Hollowfangs stopped growling. They simply stared. Then, without warning, every one of them lowered its head. Not in preparation to attack. In submission. As though they were standing before something they instinctively feared. A low pulse of black energy rolled outward from Nova’s body.

This… This is how they live: clean water, gentle hands, and care, not survival, not scraps, not pain. My fingers curl beneath the surface. Fifteen years of scrubbing floors, washing stains, and carrying burdens that were never mine. Fifteen years of punishment for mistakes I didn’t make. Locked in darkness. Starved. Forgotten. Except when they needed me. Needed me to erase evidence. To play pretend. To clean secrets. To make sins disappear without a trace. My chest tightens. For fifteen years, I have been the invisible ghost of this house. I was six when the spirit creatures slaughtered my pack and parents during the Silver Moon.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

Awakening. The wolf stretched within her, not in fury, but in readiness. The hunt was coming. Silas was gathering. Thorne was watching. But the heart of Moonstone, forged in fire and fury, was finding its beat. One slow, deliberate breath, one parsed emotion, one controlled step at a time. The path ahead was dark and fraught, but for the first time since waking in this room, drowning in woolen silence, Novah didn't feel entirely lost. She felt the pack around her. She felt the wolf within. And she felt the faint, fierce pulse of her own strength, beginning to resonate with theirs. The silence now wasn't heavy; it was the quiet before the storm, and she was learning to stand within it.

Her aura was different tonight; she wasn’t shivering in her usual state, but this was more of a disappointment and even anger. I clenched my hands as I had a cold glint in my eyes. Instantly, I held her arms firmly and told her in a sharp tone. “I, Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of Moonfall pack. Hereby reject you as my mate.” I could hear the sound of thunder and lightning roaring through the skies, which gave the entire moment an ominous feeling if I had just made a colossal mistake.

The ancient ceremonial dagger gleamed crimson in the pale moonlight as the high priestess raised it high. Kiera's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding like the drums echoing through the stone hollows. This was really happening. Against her will, she was being subjugated to the cruelest tradition of the Blackwood Pack - the Blood Moon mating ritual that would bind her for life to Damien, the most ruthless and detested Alpha wolf in the entire ancient lineage. She risked a defiant glance at the hulking figure awaiting her at the altar. Damien's piercing amber eyes locked on her, a menacing snarl twisting his lupine features as if he could sense her reticence.

"What is the situation there?" "The Blackmoon is under the command of a ruthless rogue group. They have seized control of the entire pack and ruthlessly eliminated their council of leaders, including their Alpha, Noah Frost, and his Beta," the group leader continued. "The remaining survivors, including Lady Carrie, are held hostage inside Blackmoon. They are being forced to perform arduous housework and were treated as slaves." It seemed as though destiny was aligning with my plans, and I couldn't have been more delighted. It was a golden opportunity to eliminate Carrie from our lives and I knew exactly how I could capitalize on this.