Darkest Moon Novels & Stories

"But the rogue Arks were just the distraction! Look at the Shadow of the Moon!" Leo looked up. The rogue Arks were fleeing, but they weren't fleeing from the light. They were fleeing from a massive, obsidian hand—miles wide—that was descending from the lunar orbit. It was the Loom-Prime. The source of the darkness. And it was reaching down to pluck the sprout out of the earth like a weed.

The moon represents love, coldness, and compassion. Watching everything from afar, it holds all the mysteries of the world. Being the oldest guards of the world, it protects humans from the dead and profane creatures that are hiding under the dark with its silvery light. But that day there's no moon and moonlight. It's completely dark in that eerie midnight. The place was weirdly silent and cold, perhaps the air and the trees know what type of merciless act going to happen there. Tides moved slowly in fear and no other creature is awake to witness it.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) Chapter Twenty Nine The full moon hung over the sky, framed by thick blurry clouds, the night was indeed a beautiful one, but for some reason, her mind was unsettled, she had this deep feeling that something was going to happen, Zara couldn't tell if the feeling was a good one or not. Magical lanterns decorated the air, the noise of servants chattering as they tried to meet up with all the preparations for the annual celestial moon festival.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

She opened her eyes and stiffly looked towards the dark sky at the half moon that was turning dark muting the brightness at a fast pace. There were only 6 days left until the dark moon. The dark moon that came once every ten years, was the day where the vampires were at their strongest and often preyed and attacked on the werewolves, with no moonlight they gained power and strength from the darkness and fulfilled their bloodlust from the blood of the werewolves. Till date not a single person or warrior from Hunter's pack has been harmed or preyed on, after all he was the god and king of werewolves, the Chosen one, the strongest one of them all.

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

Darkous’ smile grew as the day fell to a close, his men back at the barracks cleaning and preparing their weapons for the onslaught. The night sky spread out over miles in all directions, the moon serving as the only light for miles. Darkous bared his white teeth as his grin turned sour and menacing, his dragon skin armour shinning brighter than the moon itself. The waiting was becoming unbearable as Darkous waited for word of the attack, his hands becoming restless on the hilt of his katana. Just when the dark lord thought he would snap and kill all men present Michael began to approach, his armour too reflecting the glow on the moon.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

She gasps and a howl rips out of her and Kodiak responds. “Come, we need to go.” Calista lifts me in his hold and I grip on to aunt Destinee as I open a portal back to Dark Moon. Calista runs through with me and aunt Destinee follows before Aura bursts out and runs through the packhouse in search of Selene. Loud whimpers and cries echo around the packhouse, and we follow the sound. Aura howls and everyone lifts their gazes to the majestic white wolf of the moon goddess. Her heart breaking knowing her mother will not make it through the night.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.