Darkmoon Novels & Stories

She followed the husky back into her office and sat down to listen. "Firstly, My name is Motus And I'm the Alpha of Silent Moon. I can change shape from canine to human, but as you can see...I'm stuck. My enemy Damon did this to me. He apparently cursed me knowing as long as I am stuck like this, I can rule my territory. And he's been after it for centuries. The other night , we ran into a few of his guards and that big gray one was Amadaus, Damon's right hand wolf. Amadaus has been close to Damon since the beginning of the DarkClaw clan. He keeps Damon safe. Now,...to help me I need to break this curse. But we need to know which he used so we can get rid of it. If we can get ahold of one

The moment I stepped in the Castle, I thought I just needed to enter, go to my room and unpack my things and fuck Ahbaya till her eyes roll on the back of her head. “What’s the password?” The druid with dead eyes asked. My eyes rolled on its own as I spoke with Ahbaya through the connection. ‘What’s the password?’ ‘Bloodmoon.’ Really?! Bloodmoon? What a textbook password! Anyone with brains could’ve figured that out. “Bloodmoon.”

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

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.

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

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The moon loomed over the horizon, glowing ominously. Lebotha felt a familiar dread stirring inside her. The full moon would awaken the beast within Rose, and her true power would emerge once again. Lebotha couldn't let that happen. She paced around the house, waiting for the cover of nightfall. Damon, her alpha, slept soundly in their bed, unaware of the turmoil churning within her. He too awaited the rise of the full moon, anticipating the thrill of the hunt and the feast that would follow. But he did not understand the danger it posed to Lebotha's plans.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak