Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?”

Mumbai, 1964 Deep down inside, she was bleeding; her heart was swollen as if she had been pierced by a rod that could reach any part of her body with one bite. Blackwheel stared at her, feeling disgusted about what he had done. It was one of the many times he had raped a woman without feeling any form of remorse for his victim just fear. This very day, he stared at the woman deeply and she stared back at him like a wounded lion. He knew her father was from Pakistan because she had mentioned it once while begging him to pull away from her. All he could do was look at her, feel sorry for her and think about her name. Her name was very familiar to him because it sounded like rushing water hitti

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.

“Then we face him. Together.” The first attack came as a shadow on the edge of the forest. Damien’s forces — rogue wolves and mercenaries who had pledged themselves to his dark will — emerged silently, their movements precise and predatory. The fortress’s outer gates shuddered under their assault, but the Black Moon pack was ready. Lena and Nyah, golden glow shimmering faintly, moved to the front lines with a quiet strength. Their bodies were altered subtly by the awakening, their instincts heightened, their connection to the life-thread giving them an unerring sense of rhythm in the fight to come.

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?

Kaia asks, her fangs already shearing through a thick slice of rare, dripping stag meat while Alaric Voss retreats back into the shadows of the manor. I sink back into my high-backed chair, letting a heavy, venomous breath escape past my lips. My entire agenda for the daytime cycle is completely ruined, and the sun has barely even broken past the horizon of the Black Hollow mountains. "That was Selah, who apparently utilized the massive fortune of blood-jewels I bestowed upon her to flee directly to the shadow territories, where she has bound her immortal soul to that worthless rogue companion of hers." Lucien Draven POV

“We can help her, right? Like you helped the others?” The woman hesitated, then nodded once. She moved closer, slowly, non-threatening. “We’ll get you safe. There’s a place… not far. Hidden from the patrols and that horrid stench they spread everywhere.” The last thing I thought, as darkness crept at the edges of my vision from blood loss and exhaustion, was that maybe Black Moon wasn’t the mindless hive of soulless monsters I’d imagined. Not all of them were empty vessels answering only to Damian and Jade, drowning in that rotting, chemical reek that marked their corruption.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"You are the Queen of the North now." He lowered his head, his canines lengthening, pressing against the exact spot where her pulse was thundering. Nora closed her eyes, a smile of pure, defiant joy on her lips. As his teeth sank into her skin, a blinding light of gold and silver erupted in her mind, and far away, in the Blood Moon pack, Kashton Blackwood fell to his knees, clutching his chest as his soul screamed in agony. The claim was complete.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."