Death Of Moon Knight 소설 & 이야기

In the distance, Karl was handling pack affairs, his figure gentle beneath the silver glow. “I didn’t forgive him,” I said quietly. “But I don’t hate him either.” “I just don’t care anymore.” Orion looked at me for a long moment, then nodded without another word. News of Drake’s death arrived on a full-moon night. The moon hung huge and white above Silvermoon territory, bathing every inch of land in silver light. I stood beside the moon altar while Karl stood behind me. “When he died,” Karl said softly, “he was holding a replica Luna crown.”

However, Jay was over. The thorn in my flesh was gone. It was revealed the next day that Jay Merlot was killed by his enemies whom he had wronged in the past. But by the evening, the whole kingdom was abuzz with yet another startling piece of news—Jewel Jones was found dead by suicide. The cries of the Luna Queen reverberated throughout the South Kingdom.

I curled my fingers around it and passed it back. Damon took it gently. “Once it’s public,” he said, “you’ll be gone. For good.” “I already am.” He didn’t argue. That afternoon, they announced the ceremony would be held by moonset. A quiet funeral, just for the inner circle and the remaining guests from Moonshadow. The official statement would go out the next morning—Natalia, ex-Luna of Moonshadow, confirmed dead after a tragic rogue attack ran her off the road and into the sea.

she said, "if you kill me, the Holy Clan will never stop. They will hunt every wolf you love. Every ally. Every—" Luna *squeezed.* Bones cracked. "Then let them come," Luna said. And released Moonfire directly into Elyra's skull. The Inquisitor *screamed.* Her body convulsed. Then went still. Dead. Luna stood. Swayed. The Moonstone was failing. She could feel it. Cracks spreading like spiderwebs. Minutes. Maybe less. Around her, the Holy Clan was retreating, their leader dead, their forces broken.

His brain freezes for a moment as he looks at his brother’s pale face. Ziason Father, the Alpha of Moon’s Wrath pack, is dead. A man who always claimed to be the lord of death. How did it happen?

I received the dispatch in my private study with the door closed and my tea still hot and read it the way I read everything — completely, twice, before allowing my face to do anything. Luna Clara, It is our obligation to report that Redmoon Palace has been destroyed. The collapse occurred three nights ago. Cause under investigation. His Majesty King Leon is reported dead. The Ancient One is— I stopped. Read that section again. The Ancient One is confirmed destroyed. I set the dispatch down. Picked it up. Read it a third time. Leon was dead. The Ancient Lycan was dead. Redmoon Palace was rubble. I looked at the window. At the patrol rotation still moving outside. Forty warriors in Redmoon col

One word caught my attention: Deceased. My heart skipped, and I scanned the page more closely. His name was written repeatedly, and always alongside a grim, recurring phrase: Future Luna. I turned to the next page, my pulse quickening as I read. —— “Selene Mooncrest, 25yo F - Future Luna: Missing… update: Deceased. Mooncrest confirmed dead after disappearance. Mate bond broken.” —— “Yana Marksmen, 23yo F - Future Luna #2: Deceased. The body was found, bitten beyond recognition. The Alpha has been cleared of misdeed since guards saw the bride well after the marking.”

But whatever hunted from beyond those floating towers… That was mine to face. And I would. Because this time, I remembered enough to know: The Moon Queen doesn’t run. Not again. The silence after my words could have cracked the world in half. But I know how to make them follow my words. In an instant, the Knight Commander’s head hit the obsidian floor with a hollow, wet thud. His golden blood—bright and molten like spilled sunfire—splattered across the war table, streaking the polished moonstone surface in gruesome arcs. Drops landed on Khalisto’s sleeve, on Nicholas’s pristine white cuffs, and neither of them moved.

She only gestured toward me. “She is the only one who can.” My breath caught. “No,” Arthur growled. “She won’t. She already gave enough.” The Priestess shook her head sadly. “She gave nothing. The moon took.” I flinched. Arthur bared his teeth. Reynold finally stood, his expression broken. “Tyla… you’re tied to the moon now. Its fate is yours.” I swallowed. “So if I die—” “The moon dies,” the Priestess whispered.

She gritted her teeth and groaned in pain " This isn't over,Hunter your life is gonna be miserable I bet youuuuuuu....... And just like that,she dissolved into the thin air. Kai sighed "That's better,I was getting bored with all her blabbing" he faced his sister "Come on Kiera,let's help them". Hunter shook his head "But what about Selena.....I mean the moon goddess,she is in the same situation as the others". "Well the moon goddess is very capable of healing herself now miss psycho is dead". "I can't believe she's really dead" I mumbled and tears rolled down my cheeks "I spent years years trying to kill her and now she's dead,just like that".