Drakor Blue Moon 소설 & 이야기

She asked as she looked into his eyes. “I, Jonathan Evander Blue, Accept the title and responsibilities of being Alpha of the Blue Moon Warriors. I vow to love and protect them with my life.” Jonathan said in a firm voice. Dracon watched silently from a nearby tree. Jonathan took the blade and sliced his palm dripping blood into the cup. She drank a sip and then gave the rest to Jonathan who drank it. After he drank it she let out a gasp and grabbed her head as she felt the connections to her pack be ripped away. Jonathan stepped closer, but she put a hand out

You need to see this. The Blue Moon would either heal us or tear us open. Right now, I had no idea which was coming.

Kyley finally asked as Darren put the medicine away when he was done tending to all of her wounds; including the bruises on her legs. Kyley had always thought and wondered just what kind of medicine it was and why Darren had it as it was too potent yet unknown. Kyley had never come across such medicine before and she believed with its potency, it should be known throughout the world. Darren looked at Kyley for a second before smiling and saying " Blue moon, it's native to where I'm from" He informed. " Blue moon?" Kyley looked to the side and muttered in a low tone, repeating as if trying to memorize its name so as to never forget.

no matter how many attack or blow are thrown in flying head way… he will still be alive… the only way to destroy him it to keep him away from his host body until first ray of morning sun… “Draco… he… he won’t die like this… we have to stop him from getting back to his host body until sunrise….” I told Draco’s Dragon… who let out a low rumble from his chest and turned back to sorcerer Ken struggling head… and then to blue dragon beside him… both Dragon had eye lock for couple of second before they both transformed back into their human form…. right in front of my eyes…. I was little surprised to see that blue Dragon was none other than “Chief Damon……” I whispered under my breath…. as my eye r

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?”

However, Liam did have to fight a couple snickers. The cheerleaders who stood to the left of the mayor were all in black uniforms and their normal vampire garb. The jerseys that the players were wearing were their usual red color, but with the black underneath, it looked as if they were simply the vampire hunting colors. The ensemble looked rather intimidating to the onlooker who had no idea what was going on, which of course, Liam found hilarious.

"You were both sent back. Different times, different ways, but both reborn. Do you think that is coincidence? The Moon Goddess marked you both for a reason!" A beast's claw pierced through Drake's chest from behind. Time seemed to stop as I watched ice-blue light leak from the wound like liquid starlight. "No!" My scream was primal, inhuman. Drake looked down at the claw protruding from his chest, then back at us. "Remember... death is not the end. Not for us. Find the Moonstone territory. The truth is waiting there. Everything you need to—" The beast ripped its claw free, and Drake collapsed. His ice-blue eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling, his chest no longer moving.

This wouldn’t have happened if Ark had paid attention to the calendar. Today marked exactly 1,095.75 days, the resurfacing of the blue moon. When the full blue moon appears, every Nevarix wolf shifts instantly and becomes violently aggressive. Blue Moon Pack, Ark’s pack, is full of Nevarix wolves. So are a few other regions. I didn’t look at her. She had her head buried between her knees, trying to calm herself. How did I begin to explain that I just saved her life? That same painful pull in my chest, the same feeling I had whenever she was in danger, had driven me to find her.

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.

Cooking at my house would give her the space and time she needed to prepare without worrying about her broken-down car. The Blue Moon Festival was one of the most anticipated events for the pack. Held under the unique light of the blue moon, it wasn’t exactly like the full moon that we, as werewolves, revered. The blue moon had its own beauty and mysteries, appearing with that strange bluish tint that set it apart from the bright, silver light of a true full moon. To most, it might look like just another phase in the lunar cycle, but for us, it was something special, a time of gathering, of unity, even if it didn’t bring the transformative effects of a true full moon. And this year, as pack