Dark Moon Novels & Stories

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.

Adrian burst in, a blade forged from moonlight humming in his hand. "Elena!" He moved with impossible speed, blocking a blast of dark energy meant for me. "Another pest!" Isabella snarled. But another figure filled the doorway. Damon. Seeing him, Isabella’s rage hit a fever pitch. "Perfect! All my enemies, all in one place!" She began chanting an ancient, horrifying spell. The very air grew thin and cold, the pressure building to an unbearable degree. "What is she doing?" Adrian’s face was pale. "The Dark Moon's spell of destruction," Damon's voice was filled with dread. "She's going to bring down the whole building!"

The curse accelerated at midnight. Elena's starlight bled red and would not stop, but at dawn it learned to heal with light, by noon to quarrel, by dusk to break, by midnight again to be lonely, by next dawn to listen, by next dusk to return, by midnight again to vow, by next dawn to war, by next midnight to dance, by next dawn to be taken, by next dusk to be offered, by next midnight to tear, by next dawn to march, by next dusk to bleed starlight against blood, by next midnight to end the betrayer, by next dawn to show true form, by next dusk to price power, by next midnight to turn to ice, by next dawn to choose, by next dusk to crown with ash, and by next midnight to crown with starlight.

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

"Okay, Cal. We'll discuss that later. Now we have to get some rest. We still have work to do tonight for the ritual to summon the Moon Goddess." That night, Derek and Callum stood on a wooden platform his men had prepared. There was a large basin filled with water in front of them. Then, when the full moon rose high in the sky, Derek and Callum raised their hands high; they slashed their hands with a knife and dripped their blood into the basin. "Moon Goddess, I am Callum Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. Request you that our enemies may perish instantly." "Moon Goddess, I am Derek Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, asking you to return and give us double our strength so we can easily d

I spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

He had no control over his body anymore. “Sam!” the Boyce girl shouted but due to being restrained, she could not do much. His friends seemed equally horrified. “I, Dominic Dark, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, in witness of the Moon Goddess, shuns you from the pack under the crime of breaking the 300th absolute rule. You shall never cross the boundaries of my territory or will be put under a death sentence,” I declared and enjoyed how his arms and legs turned completely disfigured. The cold air around started to gush in full force and the flames on the torches flickered. The trees swayed and the lit torches soon dimmed. It all turned to complete darkness, the moon acting as the only sourc

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.