Novelas y relatos de Dark Moon : The Grey City

He hesitated to kill his own grandmother but the Demon held his shoulders, "You've to or you won't get your Price," it said and Aadhiyan still couldn't take it. "No I can't do it," Aadhiyan nodded. "You can do it, I'll tell you how to," the demon cackled and the lamp went off suddenly turning the room totally dark. When the flame again went on, Aadhiyan opened his eyes and it glowed like the demon's eyes thus being fully possessed by the demon now. Today the sky is devoid of the moon and it's completely dark outside.

Amora woke up with her cheek pressed against a floor of solid, polished black volcanic glass. The room was massive, shaped like the inside of a hollow tower. High above, there were no windows, only jagged tears in the stone roof that revealed a sky of permanent, twisting gray clouds. This was the dark heart of the northern peaks, the absolute center of the Dark Moon territory. Amora tried to push herself up, but a sharp, burning pain flared across her wrists and ankles.

iron grip, tore out his throat and broke his skull on the concrete roof railing. The vampire slowly gets up, looking around, from the torn sleeves of a black cloak, small drops of blood run. Alud, holding on to his wounded leg, breathed in a little breath through his nostrils. The presence of undersized demons was no longer felt, the heat was gone, the air again became ordinary urban smog. Small lights, barely swaying in the wind, becoming smaller and smaller than the body of demons, completely disappeared from the material world. The vampire slowly gets up, looking around, from the torn sleeves of a black cloak, small drops of blood run. Alud, holding on to his wounded leg, breathed in a l

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

The city lights stretch out below me like a sea of fake gold, but my eyes are locked on the dark silhouette of the Moonshade Atelier rising in the distance. Tristan Blackmoor thinks he can burn my work, frame my ghost name, and force me back into his pack chains. Seraphina Duskryn thinks she can use my old codes to start a war between the syndicates. They don't know who they're playing with. I pull the throttle back, the engine screaming under me as I slice through the dark. My hand tightens around the grip of the silver dagger tucked into my belt. Suddenly, my burner phone vibrates violently inside my inner pocket.

But the image of Marcus’s message burned hotter the flames drawn over her face, the proof that running or hiding would never save her. She slipped her hand into Damien’s. “Take me.” His grip tightened, and for the first time, he looked almost relieved. “Then you’ll see everything.” The ride into the city was silent, the landscape shifting from manicured estates to the restless heartbeat of downtown. Neon lights flickered even in the early dawn, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. Grace’s stomach churned with each turn, each mile carrying her deeper into territory that belonged not to mayors or police, but to Damien Blackwood.

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Silver mist swirled around them, images flickering in the air like ghosts of the past. A grand city beneath a silver moon. Towering spires carved from pale stone. People dressed in flowing garments, their eyes glowing like stars. Lillian’s chest tightened. She knew this place. Flames. The city burned. The people screamed. Shadows poured over the land, creatures of darkness tearing through the Moonborn like wolves among sheep. And at the center of it all— A woman, standing atop a shattered temple, silver light bursting from her hands as she fought against the darkness.