Novel & Cerita Darkmoon

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

I frown to myself. ‘We are the moon chosen - the silver wolf. We control the moonfire and silver rolls in our veins like liquid poison for our enemies. We cannot be harmed with it anymore, not now that our powers are finally completely freed.’ I tuck that information into the folder of things Dawn has to explain when we get out of this shithole. And she has a fuckton to explain. She laughs softly, curling up and watching the little heartbeat under our ribs. Crean watches, amused. “You enjoy being difficult.”

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

He asked and I nodded. "What then?" "Darkmoon is the closest pack to a huge sea that separates us from the Northern borders," He said, "according to Marla, it's not just about the water, it's about me, the blood bearer. Right?" I squinted at him, "Okay?"

Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power. As the car turned a gentle bend, the town emerged like a secret tucked into the heart of the woods. Small homes with wooden walls and wide porches dotted the hillside, some with lines of drying laundry flapping in the breeze. Smoke curled from chimneys, and children ran barefoot through the grass, their laughter echoing across the road. The heart of the pack was both wild and domestic, free yet deeply bound. The forest eventually gave way to a massive iron gate etched with runes, guarded by two warriors in uniform. The m

All were silent and patiently waiting, most were parents and understood the interruption. “I apologize for that. We do know the when and where. The prince plans to complete his goal at the full moon festival during the spring equinox.” “That is a sacred time of year when wolves from all over the country join together the renewal spring represents, the season and our bond with our king.” Gamma Derek said, sounding shocked and horrified. “It's almost the perfect plan they can blend in with the crowd and the king will be most vulnerable during the bonding ceremony; it would be the perfect time to strike.” Beta Zara sounded almost impressed.

Can you tell me all about it? [Sure. They don’t call it a year like you do—it’s called a Lunar Cycle. We are currently in the 19th day of Velyra, 812 LC. The months of the Lunar Cycle are as follows:] --- Dawnhallow — equivalent of January. Meaning “Birth of Light.” Season: Winter. Lunar Magic Effects: Rebirth & Divine Blessings; spells of renewal are strongest. Frostmere — equivalent of February. Meaning “Frozen Stillness.”

The night of the third year's autumn solstice, Lucian stands on the rebuilt eastern wall of Drevalon's outer fortification and watches the twin moons rise. They are both present tonight, the actual moon and the phenomenon that appeared first during the curse and has not fully resolved since, the second light sitting in the sky's eastern quarter with the diffuse quality of something that is not quite celestial and not quite earthly and has found a permanent residence in the space between. The seers call it the Shadow Moon. The wolves call it the Direwolf's Eye. The vampires call it Thornhaven's Watch. The name it carries depends entirely on who is looking at it, which feels accurate.

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.