Dark Moon: The Blood Of Vargr Novels & Stories

“She wrote it once. Just once. ‘If Nytheras stirs, the moon’s light will falter.’ I never knew what it meant.” Grayson frowned. “Is it a creature?” I turned the page. There were drawings—vague outlines of something massive, its form shifting between wolf, shadow, and something serpentine. The script beneath was jagged and rushed, as if the scribe had written it in panic. Nytheras, the Forgotten. The Wolf Before the First Moon. The One Who Devours Spirits. I read aloud as my voice trembled. “Bound beneath the Black Gorge. Fed by blood. Summoned by betrayal and vengeance. Immune to claw or fang. Can only be silenced by the Moon’s Flame.”

Only Varkor remained standing. His hatred burned brighter than ever. "The trials are meaningless!" "I will destroy all of you!" He opened his jaws. A colossal torrent of Blood Flame rushed toward us. Lyra lifted the Moon Crown. I raised the Blade of Kings. Our powers became one. Silver. Gold. Moonlight. First Light. The combined energy burst forward, colliding with Varkor's attack in an explosion that shook the heavens. The sky split apart. Clouds scattered in every direction. For one breathtaking moment...

The moment the pressure lifted, I pushed up, breathing sharp as I turned into the chaos. Volkava’s voice rang through the ruins, sharp and unhinged. He sounded broken beyond repair. “The Blood Moon is already risen,” he said, eyes gleaming with madness. “And as it does, his blood—” he pointed at Lior “—will give me everything.” My heart slammed against my ribs, “No—”

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

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.

"I seek the power of Azserroke, Demon of the Darkness. Bring to me my other half, my blood, my soul, my sister in the womb. I offer you the blood to seek my desire. I offer you the power of this soul." The words seemed very straight forward and simple. I didn't know how all this mumbo jumbo worked, but if it was supposed to be straight forward, that wasn't exactly how I would have put it. The blood from my hand dripped on the bottom point of the star. Mila's body went rigid. Her mouth lifted to the sky in a terrible scream that raised goosebumps to my skin. The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green.

Before he could react, her hand wrapped around his and a playful smile played on her face. “Thank you.” She said to him as she glanced at him with a smile on her face before staring ahead. “My pleasure,” Carl responded and his eyes darkened dangerously. … It was dark and the only sound that could be heard was that of the crickets and the rustling leaves that moved thanks to the wind. The atmosphere was quiet and it felt like the world had gone into eternal slumber as not even the sound of a human or animal could be heard. One would wonder if the grim reaper was passing by with his scythe, looking for a soul to harvest. The moon shone brightly, casting its bright light upon the deep darkness.

The room felt cozy and familiar, a comforting contrast to the cool night outside. Eva yawned as she entered the room and stretched her arms once more. "I think I could use a good night's sleep after all that swinging and enchantment." Luna chuckled softly and closed the door behind them. "Agreed," she said, her voice warm and tired. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, the soft light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, gently illuminating the room. Luna stirred in her sleep, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her face. Slowly, she opened her eyes and stretched, letting out a contented sigh.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

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.