Darkmoon Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

"The High Moon Court keeps many dark secrets from its little soldiers, Captain. And this particular secret happens to thoroughly enjoy the taste of royal Moonborn blood." Killian raised his golden blade into a high guard position. Selena lifted hers, the lunar runes along the steel blazing to maximum capacity. Seraphina expanded her golden flames into a defensive dome, while Morwen began chanting in an ancient, forgotten tongue, casting massive barrier circles across the stone. Kael let out a long, depressed groan, settling into his stance. "Man, I really miss the old days when we just fought ordinary, predictable rogue wolves in the woods." Aiden, completely fascinated by the massive creatu

I watched over her until her breathing softened, signaling that she'd fallen asleep. I reached for my phone and sent a text to Maren asking to meet up. "Good. I've been meaning to talk to you as well." she replied, "see you in an hour." she added. I wasn't sure if Kylie would be up in an hour, but I hoped whenever she did wake I would be here just as I said I would, and hopefully with answers too. "The night of a blood moon marks a convergence of different realms. If Damien is boasting of becoming powerful then, he must be planning on using the power that comes from such a convergence." Maren explained and handed Jason back his phone.

Sixty-seven The moon hangs low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on Alpha Damon, cloaked in shadow, as he approaches the ancient Moon church. The air is thick with an unnatural cold, and stillness as he slips through the creaking doors with a calculated move. Inside, the moonlight filters through stained glass, creating a surreal atmosphere. Damon's senses heighten, his imposing steps echoing on the cold, stone floor as he moves deeper into the dimly lit space.

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

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.

"Okay, Cal. We'll discuss that later. Now we have to get some rest. We still have work to do tonight for the ritual to summon the Moon Goddess." That night, Derek and Callum stood on a wooden platform his men had prepared. There was a large basin filled with water in front of them. Then, when the full moon rose high in the sky, Derek and Callum raised their hands high; they slashed their hands with a knife and dripped their blood into the basin. "Moon Goddess, I am Callum Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. Request you that our enemies may perish instantly." "Moon Goddess, I am Derek Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, asking

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