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He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

One I could recognise anywhere. Seated, with head bowed on his thigh was Damon. He was asleep; both arms folded over his knee and he wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see that from the dull amber lights that flooded into the room from outside. His hair was let free, no longer bound by the strings that usually held them together. They fell freely over his head, brushing his arm, shoulders and broad back, making him look wild— and so beautiful. I swallowed when my eyes caught the outlines of his tattoo. They traveled from his back up to his shoulder. There were fiery drawings reaching up to his neck like he was being consumed by flames and I caught the drawing of an eagles' talon scratching h

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

he confessed as his fingers gently traced my face, revealing his innermost feelings. By now, it was late in the evening, and the moon was high in the blue-gray sky. The cool moonlight seeped through the window into the room. The gentle summer night breeze rustled the sheer curtains. Shadows danced on the walls and floor, like little forest spirits. Norton lowered his head and inched closer to my lips. Just as our kiss was about to land, Lola's voice suddenly echoed from outside the door. "Daddy! Mommy! What are you doing in there?"

The Moon Goddess walks over to Darius. "Get up, Darius. Let your men all stand in front of me. Xavier, you can walk closer to me as well. You are the king of vampires, Darius. I'm glad you are bowing to me, not the dark gods. I can feel that all of you are good at heart and that you did not want to fight the wrong battles that you thought you had fought in the past. Today, I will make all of you my children. I want you all to come with us and celebrate with us. Tonight, I am giving all of you a tattoo of the daylight. You can all walk in the daylight as long as your hearts are pure. If your hearts are not pure, you will perish from the tattoo. If I make you my children, you must accept me as

Elara’s POV A few days later, I stood in front of the small mirror in my bedroom. I slowly pulled my nightshirt away from my neck, exposing the place where my shoulder met my skin. The bite mark was gone. It was completely healed. I stared at my reflection for a long moment, then reached up and touched the smooth skin with trembling fingers. There was no scar. No bruise. No sign at all. It healed too fast. Anyone who looked at me now would never guess what had happened beneath the Mating Moon. They would never know I had been marked by a powerful wolf.

And then… the shadows moved. From behind the altar, a figure emerged. Not Layla. Not a rogue. But something else entirely. He looked like a man carved from ash and smoke. Tall, lean, eyes like hollow moons. He bore no scars, yet his presence screamed of pain. He smiled — a hollow, too-wide grin. “You’ve brought it,” he said, voice layered with echo. “The key.” Kate’s breath caught. “The obsidian?” “The Heart of the Moon,” he whispered. “Left behind when your kind fled these halls. It binds fate. And blood.”

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.