Novel & Cerita Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1

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.

I said, annoyed by the information. Darius seemed to close his legs, his face downcast as if he feared me. Whenever Darius gave me information about Black Moon, I always got angry. That group always looked for trouble with Royal, as if they underestimated us. "Sir, besides the eastern sector... the truth is that Black Moon is also touching our business in the north. They are mobilizing their people to bring us down from all sides." Once again, Darius provided information that made my forehead twitch. I always get emotional when Black Moon acts like this. This is the second cycle they've done it, of course, after a change of leader. I was sure they had nothing better to do than seize another

Too keep the peace between them, Kavyaa simply gave her a short nod. Realising she was getting angry for no reason, Nabi calmed herself down and softened her features towards her with a smile. She had to get away from Mia as her strange lamb scent struck her. She knew she was in a need of a hunt and made a mental note to do so when everyone was asleep. She had to keep her and her inner wolf in control due to the effects of the blood moon, which was unfortunately getting to her. She didn't want to end up like Cloud who'd locked himself up because he couldn't handle her scent.

Was she-- He asked innocently," Are you a queen down here? Is that why you never returned home?" "This is not the 'wolf world' Zayn, and yes, the black moon is the most powerful currently and someone wants to kick us down the chart. I fixed my thought on the high-ranking alphas but what if it wasn't them, I made them sh*t in their pants the last time and so they wouldn't dare rise against me any time soon but the low ranking never got a taste of my terror. I was underestimated because Blackmoon was a pack that didn't even appear in the chart until I kicked everyone out and stood at the top. I wouldn't underestimate this one, I'll find this Alpha Ajax and make him beg for mercy " The steering

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He had been a pretty notorious warrior under Sebastian Devon back in the days, and got promoted at the beginning of Blakemore. Tahmina had a Middle Eastern complexion. Her father was Alpha of a far away pack, and she decided that her future would not be to be married off to a powerful man of pure lineage. She went on her own to find her own place, and landed here. Her husband was Benedict, the CEO of Celia and still my boss. She was also seven months pregnant, and had been told to lower her workload, and so the others were picking up the slack, and would even more when she’d get her maternity leave. Given that the team was bigger than most, it did help cover more ground when there was a chan

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

Moonlight gathered at her fingertips, faint but steady. She began the cleansing ritual. Low, ancient words rolled off her tongue, soft and melodic. The air shifted. The temperature dropped. Silver light pooled around Carmelia’s body. At first, nothing happened. Then Carmelia’s back arched violently. Her eyes snapped fully open, and this time, they weren’t empty. They were black. Completely black. The room filled with a pressure so intense my wolf snarled, fighting for dominance. The scent of rot intensified like it was thick, suffocating.