Darkmoon Novels & Stories

“Would either of you mind telling me where I am?” “Dark Moon pack territory, in Mercius.” Lucas answered. “Mercius? I’ve never heard of it. How far away from Zodia are we?” “Zodia?” Selene snorted. “Lucas, I think he’s knocked the sense out of himself or something, nothing he says makes any sense.” I was beginning to become irritated at the lack of useful information from the pair. The more my irritation rose, the worse the itching in my gums became. I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home.

He hovers over the eastern district. Selavane, the Dark Moon, is barely visible—a shape of darkness so absolute it seems to absorb the morning light. She positions herself above the western quarter. And the others—Rhazkar burning like a sun, Nylora flowing like living water, Thrym crackling with storm energy, Myrien towering like an ancient tree—they surround the city in a perfect circle.

I had never felt as complete in my entire life as I did right then. It was hard for me to think about going back to the pack because of the danger that lurked within Dark Moon’s borders. However, I would keep her safe one way or another. I would destroy anyone who tried to harm her. The good news was that Dante, a guy named Chris, and a Light Fae named Pylorna would be there to help. Dante’s gift let him see what the eyes could not and would be the best option to sniffing out our traitors.

he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Wolfsbane," Alicia replied. "Since you lack the nerve to kill your father and brother, perhaps you can at least manage to catch a beast." Darain snatched the container, clutching it as if his life depended on it. "The Shaman says there's a full moon tonight.You can finally catch the damn creature that's been giving you sleepless nights," Alicia said. A dangerous light flickered in Darain's eyes. "Yes.I'm going to catch this bastard tonight." Lucian stood at the palace balcony, sipping his wine with meticulous precision. The silence was shattered not by a voice, but by the sharp, electronic chime of a video call.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

She giggled at the end. “I got into your head so I could fully see your dreams and explain them better to you. You have been having these awful nightmares because you are yet to accept who you are. You have chosen to hurt yourself believing that your father's death was caused by you. That is NOT true. You are blessed with a gift directly given to you by the Moon goddess. It is a gift that will enable you to control the forces of nature, a blessing so volatile that it could be a deadly curse. Take the scepter, it is yours!!”. The last words rang repeatedly in my head, echoing till I blacked out.

It appeared to be moving quickly and quickly, and it was the silhouette of a woman. Before I totally passed out, I could hear a loud cry, chanting "All hail the Luna Mother Queen of the Darkmoon pack. The enchantress whose staff sheds a shadowy light on the universe.

I spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

“We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…” The Oracle regarded them with a knowing look, as if she could see straight into their minds. “Ah, I see.”, she said softly. “Yes, I have sensed the stirrings of destiny surrounding your daughter. There is indeed a connection between her and the Moonlit pack, a bond that transcends time and space.” Elio and Leonora exchanged stunned glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “But… what does it mean?”, Elio asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

I opened it as my eyes dilated through the write-up. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. ATTACK DARKMOON PACK AND LIV DIES YOUR LOVELY BROTHER MAX