Casca Eclipse Novelas e Histórias

her partner, an older gentleman in a perfectly tailored suit, says with an equally white grin, “if you were planning on traveling to the city, think again. You’ll be hard pressed to find a hotel at this point.” His companion laughs. I frown, my lower lip pressed to my mug, as live footage of Moonrise plays across the screen. People are already gathering in the main square in anticipation for this weekend's events–the main events of the festival. I listen as one of the anchors, obviously from Crescent Falls, goes on and on in an attempt to explain the Sacred Rite. Neither of them know the significance. Hell, up until three weeks ago I didn’t understand. Now, all I can think about is whether M

And I will continue to cry out to the moon goddess, seeking guidance and understanding, hoping that one day, I will find solace and clarity amid this heartache. As I lay on the soft grass in the field near the pack house, basking in the warmth of the sun, I noticed a figure dart past me in a blur. Curiosity piqued, I quickly rose to my feet and called out to the mysterious passerby. "Hey, wait! Who was that?" I asked, my voice filled with both excitement and a hint of unease.

I was a Queen because you gave me a kingdom worth fighting for. ​His eyes began to roll back his breathing turning into a sound. The life was draining out of him. ​"Sister!" ​Caspian appeared in the doorway supported by two Blackwood sentinels. He looked battered. His eyes were sharp with alarm. He saw Damon and Elara. ​"He’s fading, Caspian " Elara cried. "The flare... It took much. He’s not Royal, he can't heal from this!" ​Caspian looked at Damon at the horizon. "There is one way.. It’s against every law we have. It’s the 'Rite of the Solar Eclipse'—a binding."

“But after the incident a decade ago that wiped out the Sapphire wolves, we’ve struggled to maintain stability. Being an Obsidian wolf alone is not enough to preserve balance.” The words tasted bitter. I did not enjoy admitting weakness. “So,” I continued, “we want to join forces with your pack. Share resources, reinforce borders. And also increase guard numbers, especially during rogue attacks.” Alaric leaned back slightly, considering. “I see.” Just then, a maid stepped into the office carrying a tray of drinks. The moment she moved closer, I smelled something. My body went rigid. That sweet scent. My hand shot out, gripping her wrist just as she set the tray down.

Perhaps my father had surrendered to it. “If Goddess fates, may everything align,” Azenians would recite. The war only led to utter devastation. Lives were lost, we grieved, and all that was left of Azen was the irreparable distrust of fate. Had it been the Goddess’s will to rid the kingdom of its king? For Azen to collapse? For its supernaturals to live in constant threats? Or was it only a bad omen that came with the eclipse?

He just put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. "The contract has changed, Caleb," Zade said, his voice like a grinding stone. "I was going to let you live in your little kingdom. But you tried to kill my Luna." "Zade, wait" Caleb started to beg. "The Eclipse has risen," Zade interrupted. "And your sun is setting." Zade didn't kill him. Not yet. He looked at me, a silent question in his eyes. He was giving me the choice. I looked at Caleb, the boy who had promised to love me and the man who had tried to murder me. I didn't feel love. I didn't even feel hate anymore. I just felt finished.

Why did he have to be late on a special night like this? "He's close," Katie sniffed and whispered. "Now, I'm excited." For the first time in a while, I felt her leap within me. . . The elders approached the altar. Lady Trish, the priestess of the moon goddess, lifted her wooden staff and began the bonding ritual. “Tonight, the Moon Goddess will seal what has been bonded forever. After this ritual, there is no going back. Now, step forward. Alpha Jax Kane and Mira Locke."

The sheer physical toll of keeping our secret was starting to wear him down, but the protective, territorial rage in his scent had only grown sharper. "Phyllis says the solar eclipse is exactly eight weeks away," Kazan murmured, looking up at me, his calloused thumbs tracing the roundness of my stomach as the baby finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. "Ophelia is due to give birth next week. The pack elders are preparing for a massive celebration—a celebration Oberon's spies are going to report straight back to the shadow realm."

Back in the private lounge at the airport, an assistant handed me a sealed dark wooden box, plainly wrapped, no name on it, nothing else at all. "Miss Ava, someone left this at the front desk just now. They asked that it go to you by hand." I gave a small nod and opened the box. The moment the lid came up, a cold metal sheen filled my eyes. A whole box of casings, polished clean and bright and neat, layered over each other, filling it to the edges. At the very center sat a folded slip of plain white paper, the handwriting forceful and ragged, worn through with exhaustion and longing, just one short line:

“Cassian did not wait for a response to the access request. He sent the team to observe the refusal in person.” Lyra felt the Eclipse current settle back into its elevated baseline, still responsive, still aware of the approaching pressure. The silver markings remained faintly visible. “How close will they come?” “To the primary boundary. Close enough to force a visible decision. Far enough to maintain the claim of limited truce if we do not engage.” Outside, the first vehicles became visible through the monitoring feeds—clean, official, and positioned to make the estate’s response a matter of record. Lyra looked at the prepared records on the table, then at the man whose stabilizing line ha