Novelas y relatos de Blacksun

the black figure asks as she turns around to face us. Her all-white eyes instantly lock onto me, and I am startled to see the exact opposite of Selene standing in from of us. Where her sister's skin is blindingly white, Anniki's is black. Where her sister's eyes and hair are bottomless black, her's are otherworldly white. "I always light your night sky, sister. But that is neither here nor there. We have an urgent problem on Earth that we must take care of. Our old disagreements can wait," Selene says in a stern voice that causes me to straighten my spine.

Luna was waiting in the common room, her laptop open on the table. "Well?" I asked. She turned the screen around. On it was a profile photo of a massive wolf, easily twice the size of a normal alpha. Scars covered his body. His eyes were cold and empty. "That's Thorne Blackwater," Luna said. "Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Former Council enforcer. Undefeated in fifty-seven challenges. He's killed thirty-two wolves in sanctioned combat." My blood went cold. "He's their champion." "Yeah." Luna pulled up another photo. This one showed Thorne in human form. Seven feet tall, built like a tank, covered in tattoos and scars. "And it gets worse. Remember how Gio was trying to trade Jolie to Bloodmoon

Black shouted, in a deep, raspy voice with a slight hoarseness, completely different from Zain 's, especially as his shriek was angry. “I’ll finish you,” Jon muttered to Black laughing sarcastically, “No one can finish me, Jon.” He was not surprised that the other knew him, he knows how smart his opponent is. "Yes, I can finish you when I finish this girl here," he sneered, only to be shrieked by Renee afterwards! without even touching it Zain and his wolf almost went crazy. Black turned to Lucas, who recites spells and curses, did he get his book back without noticing!!!

I say as I spot a bench, and I take a seat. I expected him to just accept my thanks and run back in, but instead much to my surprise, the tall stranger sat next to me. “This thing is so warm,” he said as he took his mask off, and as he turned to face me, I felt my breath catch in my chest. “B-Blake,” I murmured, and he let out a bit of a chuckle. The alpha of the Blood Moon clan himself, inches away from me…and hotter than any of the photos father had ever shown me.

The whole situation is funny. Once he was able to breathe again I asked, “It’s not fun is it?” He gave me a death glare. “Chrys. Have you never heard of the Blacksun brothers? Their packs are growing and they plowed through a lot of packs up north looking for their missing parents. The previous alpha and luna. His wolf is some kind of beast. You need to be careful.” Blake explained. “I’ll be fine. His wolf is possessive. He might try to claim me but he won’t let Kayne hurt me.” I told him.

"Together, as one united force, we shall be the beacon that guides all werewolves. Eclipse Pack, our time has come. Let the moon above bear witness to the ascent of the strongest, most formidable pack in the supernatural world!" The night reverberated with the howls of the Eclipse Pack, a declaration of their commitment to the vision set forth by Alpha Shane and Sandra. The moon, a silent observer to the unfolding saga, cast its glow upon a pack that had embraced a destiny marked by strength, unity, and an unrelenting pursuit of dominance. The Eclipse Pack stood poised at the threshold of a new era, ready to carve their legacy into the fabric of the supernatural realm.

Isabella whispered, her voice a jagged rasp. "The heavens do not care for 'supposed to,' my lady." Isabella spun around, her crystalline claws—remnants of her vampire transition—extending instinctively. Standing in the darkness of the archway was a figure that seemed to absorb the violet light. He was gaunt, his skin the color of damp parchment, and his eyes were two flat, milky orbs. He was a Dealer of the Black-Sun Sect, a group of mercenaries who specialized in the "Unmaking" of supernatural icons.

“All hail Wren Blackthorn, Luna of the black moon pack.” “Hail.” The pack sounded as one. “Well, isn't this nice?” A voice cut through the air.

"The Tear of the Sun. It’s a primordial crystal formed from the first dawn. It’s the only thing that can burn the shadow-parasite out of a human soul without killing the host." "Where is it?" Mord pointed to a jagged mountain range on the far eastern edge of the continent. "The Solar Pack’s territory. The Forbidden Peak. They are the ancestral enemies of the Blackwoods. They believe shadows are a sin to be purged." Killian let out a dark, determined laugh. "They hate shadows? Then they’re going to hate us. Prepare the warriors." "No warriors," I said, turning to look at my husband. For the first time, a flicker of my old human self shone through the violet in my eyes. "The Solar Pack has sen

“Not anymore.” The air in the room turned frigid, and I felt Nila recoil, whimpering softly in the back of my mind. “No,” I murmured, shaking my head. “No, you don’t mean that. The bond—” “The bond means nothing,” he interrupted, his voice sharp enough to cut. He stepped closer, looming over me. “I, Zane Black, Alpha of the Moon Blood Pack, reject you, Jaselyn Everhart, as my mate and Luna.”