Black Moonlight Holds The Be Script Novels & Stories

No longer silver. Black. Pitch black. The Moon had turned its back.

He raised his voice, steady and unwavering, echoing across the training ground. “The war is coming. This war… is one we cannot avoid. It is the war written in the Book of Prophecies. And whether you wish to fight or not, whether you feel ready or not, you will be involved. But remember this, no matter what happens you are Blackmoon. Blackmoon is eternal. We fight for the Moon Goddess. For our pack, and for every life we hold dear. And we will return victorious… as we always have.” The assembly erupted into chants and shouts. “FOR BLACKMOON! FOR BLACKMOON!” Echoed through the night, bouncing off the surrounding trees and walls of the Packhouse.

“By the Moon, by the bond, by the truth you carry—I command this darkness to leave!” The scream that ripped from Livia’s throat shook the very walls. The golden light in Florita’s hands pulsed brighter and brighter until it scorched through the dark smoke pouring from Livia’s chest. The black tendrils writhed like dying serpents, hissing as they fought to cling to their host. But the circle held—bloody lips, trembling knees, broken voices, and all—it held. Then, with one final cry, Florita slammed her palms down, the power in her veins bursting outward in a blinding flash.

My mom says a prayer to the Moon Goddess, and we stand under the moonlight quietly. Coit has been the one to help set out the pyre, but I have to set it ablaze as the new Alpha. He lights a torch with a lighter and hands it to me. I approach the pyre made of wood, straw, and kindling. Bernard’s body is covered in a white sheet hiding his face from view. His body has begun to rot, and the smell of death burns my nostrils. “From the light of the moon we serve,” I say, “and away from the light, we rest.”

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

It was on gold and I knew immediately that it had to do with life and death. I opened it, with my heart beating so fast. I read the address and instantly raised my head. " The Lunar Dominion Pack sent this?" I raised the letter up. " They did, and that's after we came to an agreement on how to end the war" the council leader said. I looked at it and began to read. It was a marriage proposal. What the hell was going on? " A blood marriage?" I raised my head and looked at them. " Yes, that's the only way to save our lives and cheat the curse that has been placed on us. We have to find a way to stop the war, and a blood marriage will be the best, witnessed by the Moon Goddess and done under the

When you pry it open, an arrow, poisoned with old black, will fly. Let none of it touch you. Only Gamma or Alpha may unmake the black lodged in that shaft. Nova's pulse hammered against her temples. Sweat rolled down her spine beneath the gold dress. Each book contains the instructions to an artifact. Retrieve all four before entering the Moonveil territory. You must claim that prophecy before the full moon after the Black Rain. The ancient Moonveil ruins in the jungle await. Only then can the two Betas, Alpha, Gamma, and Shadowclaw pack will survive.

My heart broke. "Mom..." Adrian smiled. "Tomorrow night, Gena." He raised his hand. "The Blood Moon rises." His gaze moved across the wolves. "And when it does, you will kneel before me." I stepped forward. "No." His smile faded. "I will never kneel before you." He stared at me. "Then you will kneel before your own darkness." My mother's black eyes suddenly flashed silver. For one second, I saw her again. The real her. She looked at me.

The shadowy flames leap up, before dwindling, fading into thin air. Bea is nowhere in sight. THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM. The words drift through the trees, more like the crackling hiss of the fire than speech, but unmistakable even so. THE FIVE ARE GATHERED. STRIKE THE DARK HEART. END YOUR SONG, MOON DAUGHTER. I stand transfixed as the last shadowy flame slips away into nothingness, and the fizzing sound of the fire-tongued voice sound melts into the air.