Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Only emptiness. "Jack," I said calmly. "Do you still think I was just being unreasonable?" He didn't answer. He stared at me, searching my face for even a trace of the past. But there was nothing there. Only indifference. "From today onward, Northland and the Bloodmoon Pack are cutting off all ties." "Rowena!" Noah panicked. "You can't do this. We can compensate you. Name your price!" "You want to compensate me?" I turned back to Jack and smiled.

“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 spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

“She will be fine.” Blackwheel returned his gaze to the stool Nneka had sat before him. With a look of uncertainty, he wished the stool could just listen to him and do whatever he said. He stared at the stool for a short time without saying anything. When he finally stopped staring, his forehead was covered with sweat and he was standing outside Nneka's hut, looking at the glowing moon. The lines on his face had disappeared. The lines of terror that filled his face as he watched Nwakaego shut the door behind their daughter.

Nova The training grounds buzzed with energy, the clash of fists and grunts of exertion carrying through the crisp morning air. Warriors circled one another on the packed dirt, some already locked in combat while others waited for their turns. The Black Moon Pack thrived on discipline and strength, and this arena ringed with stone pillars etched with claw marks from countless battles was its heart. I stood at the edge of the ring, my palms clammy despite the cool breeze. I should have been focused, centered, but every flicker of thought returned to him. To Benjamin, my Alpha.

Synopsis At age 10, Tara Shin watched as her Alpha father was brutally murdered by Lorez Blackclaw and what was left of the Shin clan fell under his ruthless rule. A decade later, Tara is treated just as terribly as back then, a slave to Lorez’s cronies and a whispered freak to the Blackclaw clan. With nowhere to go, she must undertake the blood moon’s ritual for wolves aging into 21. The goddess demands it as does Lorez Blackclaw. However when it all goes wrong, what will Tara do? Run away toward the feared monsters lurking in the dark wood or stay with the devil she knows?

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