Dark Moon: The Blood Of Vargr นิยาย & เรื่องราว

These things only pointed somewhere, and reminded me of the one person I truly feared---Vargan. I could feel the monster through the mate bond. His bitterness and darkness was slowly consuming Frost, replacing the love and warmth that I felt effortlessly. In my fear and worry, I picked the grimoire Morgana had given him, and flipped through its pages with desperation and haste. I needed to find a way to break both the blood magic corruption and the blood oath. It wasn't the Lunar eclipse yet, but these early signs... these episodes, and this version of him had sent my body shivering in absolute dread.

The pack’s warriors scrambled, claws out, but the air was thick with fear. The howl from the north, cold, ancient, hungry still echoed, promising death. “It’s here!” Aria shouted, her voice sharp. The crimson eclipse swallowed the moon, casting the camp in a blood-red glow. Her bond with Kael pulsed, his strength grounding her, but the Oath’s whisper clawed at her mind: His blood will free me. The shadows surged, forming wolves with fur like liquid night, their eyes blazing crimson. At their head stood the Daughter of the Iceborn, her silver fur glinting, her claws dripping with dark energy.

Shadows of Destiny The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the relic still clutched in Elara’s hands. The loyalists’ bodies lay scattered across the stones, their rebellion snuffed out in the shadow of the blood moon. Its crimson light throbbed overhead, a heartbeat in the sky that quickened Aria’s own pulse. She held Rollan close, his tiny frame pressed against her, his soft whimpers cutting through the stillness. Then it came—a howl, low and mournful, rising from the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the torches lining the walls sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like s

“You stole the crown.” Varis shook his head. “No.” “Then explain why you have it.” “I protected it.” “From whom?” Varis looked toward Lyra. “From everyone.” Lyra's eyes narrowed. “Why bring it here?” “I didn't.” The crown in his hand began glowing. “I brought myself.” A terrible silence followed. Her wolf growled. Danger. Varis looked at Lyra. “You should never have awakened.” Lyra's expression hardened. “And yet I did.” “You have no idea what you have become.” “I know enough.” Varis laughed softly. “No. You don't.” He raised the crown. The entire palace shook. Lyra felt it immediately. Her knees weakened. Kael caught her. “Lyra!” She looked at the crown. Something inside it was calling to

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

'BLOOD IS KEY. The inscriptions in the Grimoire, this is what it meant. I'm here to set the dark one free, because my blood is Namek's, and the only key to open the pendant lantrix. My Blood was the key to unleash the Darkness! "Soon the whole world will experience a change, and you have a huge role to play in the new world order that will come. Your blood will awaken the Dark one." Delilah used her sharp nails to slice open my neck. I groan a little at the stinging pain. Crimson blood flowed down from my neck.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.