Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1 Novels & Stories

I was relieved when Dumuzi was arrested but I was still very uncertain, the fear still lingered within me. The sole punishment of exposing our wolf culture to mundane people was death. The less painful death was being torn apart by other wolves and your existence would cease. and the most painful death, was the one where one would be submerged full body, head bobbing out in a substance akin to wolves bane. This substance had the ability to dissolve not only one's flesh and bones but one's wolf spirit so that even after death, their wolf spirit wouldn't even exist. This specific punishment was reserved for those who committed crimes against the wolf council, rogues and rebel clans. I had fan

What if he doesn’t know for sure? I’ve been unlucky my whole life. “Being born under a Black Moon makes you someone who’s fierce and has the power to change the world. Now, that change doesn’t always have to be bad, but it can be. It all depends on what you’re going to do with your life. Your intention. If you decide that you want to dedicate your life to being good, then why should that be a bad thing? I’m not saying that it’s not something difficult to handle, but being born under such a moon can be rewarding.”

Rings sit opposite, fingers heavy with gold, eyes sharp with hunger, and me. Three predators and a man who refuses to pretend he’s anything else. Victor folds his hands. “You’ve caused complications, Blackthorn.” I smile because it costs me nothing. “You caused delays. Hunters don’t move without funding, and seals don’t deploy themselves.” Rourke’s scar twitches. “Moonveil was supposed to be quiet.” “It was,” Victor says mildly. “Until it wasn’t.” That gaze slides to me. “You wiped out the Moonveil Pack,” I say. “Every den, every bloodline. You didn’t just harvest bones….you erased.”

"Look, I'll see you tonight for dinner and you can update me on the business meeting that you will attend with Jaxson and Klaus." Ethan gave her a friendly kiss on her cheek and turned on his heel fast, leaving his girlfriend in silence and thought. Sasha whipped her hair then smirked at herself. No matter if he escaped from her today. Ethan wouldn't be able to resist her during the Blood Moon that would be coming up by the end of next month. He hadn't bitten any she-wolves but Sasha would make sure that he would bite her, to officially claim her as his mate. After all.

"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.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

He bit his inner cheek, he wasn't fond of any god and he didn't wish to see any, especially Rhamione. He sighed, they needed to get out of here, and seemed like summoning a god was the only way. A minute went by and another, Ivan counted, the temperature of the cell rising, he could feel sweats on his forehead while Shailyn remained unmoving from her position, and suddenly, he felt a presence, making him snap his head up, finding two young girls in causal clothing staring at them. Ivan noticed how one of them was dressed with dark from head to her, her eyes were gleaming black and her hair was even darker, the color could probably be jealous as the black glowed on her, matching her perfectly

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

“When the Door awakens, there will be no academy,No houses. I will be completely in charge of the throne." She flung him into the bell tower. The bronze tolled once,deep,mournful,and cracked down the middle. The sky darkened. Stars blinked out, one by one, as if the universe itself was disappearing. The eclipse was less than twelve hours away. Morwen stood alone in the Pit of Echoes, surrounded by bones, blood, and the whispers of the dead. The Heartstone pulsed in her chest, its hunger was desperate for more. But something was missing.

I had my own room. I slipped in my earphones and zoned out my surroundings as I made my way to the library. With my favorite song playing in my ears, there was nothing that could ruin my day. I pushed the library door open and headed towards the librarian's desk. I hit the bell that I had bought her for her birthday and removed an ear bud as she approached. “Hey, is Jay here yet,” I asked with a warm smile. I glanced around the library and didn’t see his familiar red backpack. Jacob Stine was the prince of Black Heights University and was failing nearly all of his classes. He was a decent enough guy and the money was golden.