Dark Moon : The Grey City Novels & Stories

Things were getting messy fast. Something just felt off, and he couldn't shake the feeling. He really hoped his gut was wrong this time. If not, Portfall was about to turn into a war zone. … Unlike the living world, there was no day and night in the Spectral Realm. This place was stuck in permanent darkness. But the Shadowlord was apparently obsessed with bright lights—everyone knew that much. All throughout Ghost City, one could see lights blazing everywhere. Shadowspire was particularly lavish with its over-the-top luxury, and it had earned itself a reputation as a place that never really shut down.

Running quickly away from her perpetrator who kept chasing after her non-stop inflamed by bloodlust and laughing maniacally. He navigated the maze of city streets, searching for the perfect place to grab a bite to eat. "aaaAAHHH!!! Sto-" A loud, shrilling scream echoes in the corner of the dark alley in Bloodcrest City as the red crescent moon appears in the sky with its might bringing a harbinger of the fall of mankind.

Marinetta and Harley stood atop a city wall, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of the approaching enemy. As night fell, the dark figures of the Dark Sovereign’s forces began to emerge from the shadows. The enemy’s advance was marked by a surge of dark energy, and the once calm night was now filled with an eerie, unsettling aura. “Here they come,” Marinetta said, her voice steady but tinged with concern. “Prepare for battle.” The city’s defenses sprang into action as the Dark Sovereign’s forces began their assault. Dark figures, twisted and menacing, surged toward the city walls, their movements coordinated and relentless. The clash of forces was immediate and intense, with dark m

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I am standing my ground, and I am waiting for the beast to show his true face. Idris Blackthorne thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks his legacy is untouchable. He thinks I am a ghost he can capture in a jar. He has no idea what happens when a ghost decides to haunt the living. I turn off the lights, the room plunging into absolute darkness. I don't need the light to see. My senses are sharp, my mind is clear, and my heart is cold. The war for the Bloodmoon Pack has just begun, and I am going to make sure that when it ends, the Blackthorne name is nothing more than a curse that mothers use to scare their pups.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

The evening sky hung heavy and dark over the deserted street, casting deep shadows over the lonely street of Greenwood. The street lamps flickered weakly, their light barely penetrating the gloom. Despite the danger, a few brave souls could be seen darting quickly between the buildings, their eyes darting nervously from side to side as they hurried home. Each person seemed to be walking with a sense of urgency as if they knew that the werewolf could strike at any moment. The evening setting was eerie, and it was clear that the street was no place for the faint of heart. With werewolf attacks happening frequently, it was a place where danger lurked around every corner and anyone who dared to