Romans & histoires Charcoal Moon

“I can reach what you locked away.” I step before my mirror. My reflection smirks back, eyes glowing purple, skin humming with dark energy. ‘Now, mortal one,’ the mirror whispers inside my skull. ‘Return to the crypt. Take the mandrake roots. Brew the potion. Drink deep. Strengthen yourself. On the night of the Blood Moon festival, you will awaken the Dark Fives, witches of Ramleigh’s most ancient coven. Together, you will lay waste to Gerald and the wolves of Silvaton Ridge. The land they stole will burn.’

Zelena. A few hours later I sat on the porch swing looking over the village, the sun has disappeared behind the trees and the summer air was thick with anticipation. Set up for the party tomorrow night was well underway. Some big brawly pack members were nearly done building what looked like a raised platform or stage, and long picnic tables were being laid out in rows before it. Big tents were being set up around the outskirts of the village, for the members of the visiting packs to stay in. A lot of Blue Moon members were coming, one of which is Marius, Tobias’s younger brother and Beta. He had become good friends with Gunner while I was in my coma. I don’t think Gunner knows about my firs

Charles says reluctantly. “We’re Wolf Witches,” I demand. “We’re assumed to see out for wolves, not fair ourselves. My ancient pack doesn’t have the numbers that the Blood Moon Pack does. They’re like sitting ducks out here. Somebody needs to tell them what’s coming.” Genuine sufficient, and as much as I adore Map book, I adore my family too… but that’s not my essential reason for needing to go there, which will likely fair make me appear crazy on best of everything else. “The Unused Moon wolves aren’t nomads,” Charles focuses out. “They won’t need to evacuate, if they’re indeed willing to conversation to you at all.”

Three nights later, it’s clear: this convocation won’t be like the old ones. The moon should be shrinking by now. Nope. It hangs there, swollen and blazing over the trees, pouring down so much silver light it almost feels like you could catch it on your tongue. The elders notice. The healers notice. And the wolves—oh, the wolves feel it in their bones. The land leans in. Not to greet us. More like it’s bracing itself, waiting for something to break loose.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.

The Broiia wolf had an infectious smile and a withering gaze that could destroy even the most stalwart person. Taking Emory’s hand, she pulled her along with a smile on her face, saying, “Eh, you look great.” They walked out of the gate hand-in-hand, and Kira squeezed her hand tight as she pulled her along, unable to contain her excitement. The moon shone brightly in Emory’s eyes as she looked up at it. It was one of the most beautiful blues she’d ever seen, and by the time midnight rolled around, the full moon would be visible.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.