Novel & Cerita Dark Moon

Dre got out of bed still in his underwear. Ethan sat in the sitting room, wearing running clothes and a white towel over his shoulder. “Where are we running to?” Dre asked, shocked. “It’s time for your morning run. Your schedule requires you to keep your feet moving,” Jax said, showing his tablet. “Are we wizards or something? This is 5 a.m.!” Dre exclaimed. “It’s not midnight—it’s 5 a.m. You’ll get used to it,” Jax said. The door opened, and another woman entered. Her eyes met Jax’s briefly before she looked away; they clearly had some tension.

Amora woke up with her cheek pressed against a floor of solid, polished black volcanic glass. The room was massive, shaped like the inside of a hollow tower. High above, there were no windows, only jagged tears in the stone roof that revealed a sky of permanent, twisting gray clouds. This was the dark heart of the northern peaks, the absolute center of the Dark Moon territory. Amora tried to push herself up, but a sharp, burning pain flared across her wrists and ankles.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

“Shifters are the bridge between the darkness and light.” Master Ombres stands up and inclines her head toward me. “May the ten bless your recovery, Nyx.” I watch her walk out, feeling a warmth of light coming from a demon, and I fall asleep dreaming about ten deities bursting into stars.

Moonlight spilled across the floor, soft and silver. Sleep came slowly. But when it did, it came like a storm. --- The dream began in silence. Then came the growl. Low. Mournful. Agonized. Lydia stood in a cavernous room, lit only by flickering torches mounted to cold, damp stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling like twisted vines. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and damp fur. Every breath burned in her lungs. Ahead of her stood a cage—its black iron bars warped into jagged, unnatural angles. And behind them…

All were silent and patiently waiting, most were parents and understood the interruption. “I apologize for that. We do know the when and where. The prince plans to complete his goal at the full moon festival during the spring equinox.” “That is a sacred time of year when wolves from all over the country join together the renewal spring represents, the season and our bond with our king.” Gamma Derek said, sounding shocked and horrified. “It's almost the perfect plan they can blend in with the crowd and the king will be most vulnerable during the bonding ceremony; it would be the perfect time to strike.” Beta Zara sounded almost impressed.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The moment my feet touched the floor, the black mark burned. I gasped and grabbed the bedpost. Damien caught me. “Careful!” I steadied myself. “Help me stand.” He stared at me. “Aria—” “Help me stand, Damien.” Slowly, he did. My legs trembled, but I remained upright. I looked toward the window. Beyond the mountains, the moon was beginning to turn red. The blood moon was coming. And somewhere in the darkness, Kael was waiting.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Any news from Dre and Zan?" A feminine voice echoed in a room of extreme darkness. A young man stood in the centre with his head lowered to the floor. The moonlight seeped into the room through the wrecked iron window. His side face could be seen as well as the sweat dripping from his forehead. His heart thudded greatly, because of his inability to give a pleasing answer to the question directed to him. He hesitated before raising his head to the darkness In front of him.