Darkest Moon Novels & Stories

She brought in light to my dark, dimmed life, she bought the glow to my sparkless eyes, she bought me what they called "Exhilaration" I was fulfilled. She was the light to my darkness! And then.......she was gone, taken away from me, killed right before my eyes while I did nothing but watched as that bastard cut off her head, wishing to trigger me....oh he did...he surely did....he unleashed the devil himself. Hahaha He knew that was a death wish. I created A Blood Moon, representing my bleeding heart, my tears, my agony. To... Let the goddess know she had forsaken me.

It had gotten so late so fast. “Kaldar...” This time it was her voice that was a mere whisper. I had gotten so lost in her the lively scent of her hair I had forgot to hold the urge back. I groaned as I let go of her body, pressing the back of my hands to my eyes as I felt the beastly aura awaken within me. “Kaldar?” Dawn’s voice had turned into one filled with horror . I could hear myself growl, a strange electric tingle settling behind my teeth as my canines elongated.

I saw him dialing his cellphone, but I turned it off, so I won’t be able to receive any messages and calls today, especially coming from Ethan. Protecting him means staying away from him. I walked towards the bed and lay my back down on the soft mattress. I closed my eyes and remembered the taste of his blood. I swallowed hard, suddenly getting hungry, but not for the food. It was not even hunger for Ethan’s blood. My eyelids open, glancing at the digital calendar on my bedside. I had to be careful around Ethan because the moon would be full a few days from now, and I had to remind myself to stay away from him until the new phase of the moon.

They looked excited, more excited than I’d expected, and I heard one of them mention something about a festival. “What are they talking about?” I asked, nudging Marcus with my elbow and nodding toward the warriors. “Something about a festival?” “Oh, they’re talking about the Darkmoon Festival,” Marcus replied. I furrowed my brow. I hadn’t heard of that festival before. “It’s a festival exclusive to Nightshade,” Noah explained. “It happens once a year on the first new moon after the spring solstice.” “It’s called the Darkmoon Festival because of how dark it gets that night,” Emma added.

"It says the blood moon is when the barrier between shadow and light is thinnest. When shadow power is strongest. And when certain spells can be performed that are impossible any other time." "Like what?" I kept reading, my heart sinking with every word. "Like merging shadow power with royal blood to create something new. Something that's both light and dark. Something that can control both." "Black Moon's plan." Dominic's jaw clenched. "They're going to use the blood moon tomorrow to finish what they started." "And if they succeed, they'll have power over every pack. Every wolf. Everyone." I closed the book, fighting the urge to throw it across the room. "We have to stop them."

The garden was unrecognizable beneath the silvery gaze of the full Hunter’s Moon. Once vibrant flowers now drooped and curled as though wilting under the weight of Erika’s apprehension. Clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, dimming the moonlight. Rows of darkly clad Lycans gathered, their golden eyes gleaming like embers in the shadows. The air was thick with expectation, and Erika’s skin prickled with an uneasy awareness of every gaze trained on her.

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.

I know the only reason he hasn’t beaten the shit out of Tobias is because it would upset me. “The werebears have been zeroing in on New England for years now, and given what the two of you saw with the Blood Moon Pack, they’re probably trying to keep the Academy in their sights. If their scouts notice half a dozen people zooming through the sky with dark magic, I doubt we’ll be able to stay under the radar.” He frowns. “And that means no more infiltrating the Black Omen, unless they really are as stupid as they seem to be.”

Her fingers curled tightly around the hilt of her sword as she hissed through clenched teeth, “I will kill him myself. And I’ll drag that cursed Ella by the hair before I behead her.” Behind her, the army—men, women, even barely grown teens turned into bloodthirsty beasts by the dark power—screamed and howled with fury under the glowing red moon. It was the fourth day. The full moon rose high above them—bloody, eerie, and shining like a warning in the sky. Back in Damian’s territory, a black hawk arrived at his window. A scout’s message. He unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words quickly. A slow, satisfied smile crept across his face.

My vision started to get blurry as I tried to pry off his figers around my neck. Looking up I saw that the Blood Moon was at its peak and that is the moment that I surrendered everything to the darkness.