Dark Moon: The Blood Of Vargr Novels & Stories

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

Not with hatred. With fear. Deep, unmistakable fear. He whispered to himself, “It has begun.” ⸻ The vision shifted violently. Dark clouds gathered. The Blood Moon rose. The palace bells rang. Warriors rushed through the halls. A woman screamed. The sky cracked with crimson lightning. Elara watched her mother hand the infant to an elderly woman she recognized immediately. The mysterious woman from the river. “Take her,” the Moon Queen pleaded. “No matter what happens… she must live.” The old woman hesitated.

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

Varian let out a harsh laugh, rain washing the blood off his lips. "Why? Are you afraid?" Vargr summoned another frost rope, dragging him forward again. "No. I'm curious." In a sudden blur of motion, Vargr grabbed him—and they plummeted off the cliff together. As they fell, Vargr unleashed blow after savage blow, punching through Varian’s defenses with relentless fury. Blood and water mingled in the air. With his last strength, Varian tried to conjure his dark magic—but it shattered against Vargr’s icy counterstrike, like glass against stone.

As she finished, a flash of gold light erupted — the pendant appeared, floating. She grabbed it. The moment her fingers closed around it, the monsters crumbled into dust. Zane dropped to his knees beside her, bloodied but alive. “We make a good team,” she whispered, touching his cheek. He pulled her close. “We always will.” The third night had arrived — the Blood Moon loomed over the cursed mountain, its crimson glow spreading like a wound across the heavens. The mountain trembled with ancient rage and dark magic — the same one that once imprisoned Malrik, and the same one that would end him tonight.

Silverfang Camp The high plateau had become a cauldron of dark energy.Thick black smoke curled from Varak’s ritual fires day and night, carrying the stench of burning bone and spilled blood. The ground around the warlock’s tents was scarred with circles of salt and blood, the soil cracked and barren where the magic had drunk deep. Wolves gave the area a wide berth, hackles raised even in human form.Ronan stood on the ridge at dusk, watching Varak complete the final binding.The warlock knelt in the center of the largest circle, a bowl of fresh hearts still steaming before him. His acolytes chanted in a tongue that hurt the ears, voices rising and falling like a heartbeat.Varak plunged his han

He stood before me, naked and blood-streaked, his eyes burning with a protective fury. "Let them come," Kael rasped. "They’ll have to walk over my corpse to get to her." Darian spat a mouthful of blood onto the ash. "A noble sentiment, Varynx. Let's see how long it lasts when the Blood Moon rises and her power turns into a poison that rots you from the inside out." With a sharp whistle, the Nightfang vanished into the mists, leaving us alone in the freezing dark. Kael turned to me, his hands shaking as he reached for my shoulders. "Asha... your eyes. They’re still silver."

“Blood of the holy, and into the grail, a soul will be split into two, as the first will be the sun and the latter is the moon. With the stars in between, you shall be, her familiars.” With HIS voice that’s taunting, yet only marking the sinister tone of the fact and truth of these very books and worlds. She closes her eyes as HE waves the scythe up and swiftly down in the middle. With the seconds that also split, her soul is torn into two, turning into a flame of a distinct heat of gold and blue, representing the heavens flame and of the hell’s fire. Whispering, “Daughter of the sun, holder of its light. You will be the spirit of the day, but will take the nature of the dark.”

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

“The darkness which is beyond the reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul, the filthy blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the heart of the realm. Son of darkness, away from my descendant, heed this omen...” I doubled over, my hands braced on the floor, the sharp stone was biting into my hands and the smell of blood lingered in the air but I didn’t care, nothing beat the pain that I was feeling within. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry blossoms, with eyes the colour of the bird of night, and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the