Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1 Novels & Stories

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

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

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.

Snow fell in thick, relentless sheets outside Blackthorn Keep, blanketing the jagged peaks of the Northern Territories in a silence so deep it felt like the world held its breath. Inside the ancient stone walls, however, tension crackled like dry wood waiting for a spark. The full moon was three nights away, and with it came the mating ceremony that would bind two of the strongest packs in the north. Everyone knew the stakes. Everyone knew the players. No one spoke of the one who had been erased from the story long before it began.

“I’m not asking you to understand. I’m just asking for the chance to end it the right way.” Celeste studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Silas’s jaw tensed, but after a long pause, he gave a curt nod. “You have until the next moon,” he said. “After that, the bounty becomes a kill order.” Grayson flinched, but nodded back. Then the Council began to shift again, voices rising, chairs scraping, the air buzzing with quiet resolutions and private conversations. The worst was over. But the aftermath had only begun. **

Out of the Shadows. Josh’s POV The night air in New Orleans always carried a heaviness to it, humid thick, as if the city itself was alive and watching. I had walked these streets countless times as Alpha of the Black Moon pack, but tonight I wasn’t Alpha. Tonight I wasn’t Rissa’s mate. Tonight, I was only a man who had shattered everything he once held sacred and was clawing through shadows to get it back.

“And I will wield both moon and void to protect this kingdom... my kingdom! No matter the cost.” Outside the vault doors, the distant roar of armies swelled. Somewhere above them, the Black Eclipse was already in motion, its malevolent light inching across the sky. As Nyra raised her eyes to the high windows, the first crimson shadow slipped over the moon, and she realized: the true trial of her bloodline was only just beginning.

I just let the wind brush my face, the moonlight spill over me, the wolf inside stir and hum. We’re ready, she whispered. For whatever comes next. And I knew she was right. Because at Blackthorn, nothing would ever be the same again.