Black Moon Novel By Nisha Umar Season 1 Novels & Stories

The moon had begun its descent behind the jagged peaks of crescent vale, casting long shadows over the alpha’s quarters. Luna paced the polished stone floors, golden eyes glowing faintly as the bond thrummed through her veins like wildfire. Her mind was a chaotic tangle of need and desire, the pull of the bond making it impossible to focus, impossible to rest.

Ezrianna stepped into the Black Moon pack's territory, her senses heightening as she surveyed the eerie landscape. The usual bustle of pack life was eerily absent, replaced by an unsettling silence. She walked through the stillness, her boots kicking up dust on the deserted paths. The homes, once warm and inviting, now stood like empty shells, their windows gaping holes. The air reeked of death and smoke, clinging to her skin like a damp shroud.

‘My specie faces extinction Kaldar, and despite how traitorous this may sound—my species faces extinction from a greater pack of wolves, called the ‘Black Wolves’ There was something to the way it said the name, as if the name was a sacred word not to be spoken about but to be said in fear. “So? How does this have to affect us vampires?” I asked it, if the Black Wolves, or whatever it had called them, were only out to kill her pack then we vampires had nothing to worry about. ‘They won’t stop there… You know what Kaldar? On that roof,”—and it turned its head toward a particular duplex at the other side of the street”—you’ll find something that may interest you, a little motivation, may I cal

Suddenly, both of the books burst into a shower of gold, leaving nothing behind except the two spots of gold where they used to be seconds ago. A woman, standing at the center of the library looks up, revealing her ethereal appearance. Her black hair is framing her face, and her golden eyes glowing with unknown power. Suddenly, she speaks up, “Sisters we have a predicament.”

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

I cannot wait for mine. I get up, make my bed, and go to the bathroom. Today is my first day at Black Sun High and I'm anxious. Black Sun high is the high school everyone in Charlotte, North Carolina goes to. It was filled with werewolves shifted and unshifted, and humans. Humans don't know about us, and we prefer to keep it that way. Humans knowing about the supernatural can get them killed very easily, so we prefer to stay by ourselves. I glance at myself in the mirror as my messy brown curly hair falls over my face. I can't help to think about how my body looks so much different than all the other girls. I'm 5,5. I have medium-length curly hair and deep blue eyes. My body is underdevelope

I said, closing the safe, "this was never about money or power. This was about justice. Richard Blackstone destroyed my family. So I'm going to destroy him." My phone buzzed on the desk. The caller ID showed Dr. Morrison, the man who'd been Isabella's real lover, the father of the child everyone believed was Liam's. "James," I answered. "I trust you've been following the news?" "You're insane, Anna." His voice was shaky, frightened. "This has gone too far. That boy is innocent." "That boy is leveraged," I said coldly. "And he's the key to everything I've worked for. The Blackwater Files will fund operations across three continents. We'll have facilities in every major city, politicians in ou

Black markings slowly emerged beneath her skin, spreading like living shadows before settling into intricate patterns along her arms and shoulders. Her nails lengthened into razor-sharp black claws. Strands of her hair lifted as though an invisible force surrounded her, darkening until it was as black as midnight. The air itself grew heavier. The forest fell completely silent. Even the Hollowfangs stopped growling. They simply stared. Then, without warning, every one of them lowered its head. Not in preparation to attack. In submission. As though they were standing before something they instinctively feared. A low pulse of black energy rolled outward from Nova’s body.

Her muscles tensed, and a primal energy surged within her overriding her rational thoughts but she could still hear being called. It was as if every fibre of her being was awakening to a call, a siren call, a call she couldn't resist. The transformation began with a sharp, searing pain spreading from her fingertips to her toes. Nova clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth against the agony as her bones stretched and reshaped beneath her skin. Her body lengthening and shifting into a more feral form. Her senses heightened, each scent, sound, and sight amplified to an overwhelming degree. She could even hear the sound of the clanking plates that came falling from her grandmother's hands as she be

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.