Novel & Cerita Fantasy Harvest Moon

The village buzzes with life. Everywhere I turn, someone is preparing for tonight’s Lunar Eclipse Festival. It’s the most important celebration for Moonlair—a tribute to the Moon Goddess for her guidance and protection. Children race through the village square, their laughter ringing out like bells. The air smells of roasted meats, sweet honeyed bread, and the faint tang of herbs being prepared for the festival offerings.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Marcus joked along and we all laughed. I looked at Wyatt and Zen and turned back my focus on the three wolves, "The lesser powerful a potion made from a moonflower that is rare to find and only a few know how it looks and what is exactly used from the flower for the potion." I said, making Tanner clap his hands and point a finger at Logan and Marcus, "See I was right!" We all laughed at his enthusiasm. I continued, “The second one grants better results as it is obvious from our week experiment.”

Lunaya. We picked up our bags and headed out into the small clearing in front of the dining hall. The snow had stopped falling through the night, but the ground was covered in knee deep fresh powder and the wind was harsh against my bare cheeks. It was still dark and too early for the other pack members to be awake. Pappi stood holding onto Hina’s arm, as they said their goodbyes to Elaine and the warriors. Alyse and I stood to the side to give them some privacy. It didn’t take long for Elaine to embrace Hina, kiss Pappi on the temple and turn to walk over to us. The other warriors joined her, and we all started to make our way out of the village. I stopped at the edge of the tree line and t

I asked myself. The forest was quiet, the light was bright. I shielded my eyes with my hand. And to my own bewilderment I noticed that my arm had grown back. I looked at it, amazed. I seemed to be all alone but then I saw Dawn appear out of nowhere, she was holding a bunch of flowers and smiling gleefully at me. "Dawn?" She smiled even brighter. “Come Kaldar, no one can disturb us… no one can harm us.” She said.

My heart stopped as she opened it. Inside was a detailed plan. Diagrams and instructions. A ritual of some kind with specific requirements. Location. Time. Participants. And right in the center of the diagram was Dora's name in Richard's handwriting. Below it was a date and description. HARVEST NIGHT. Full Moon. July 27th. "That is three days away," Dora said. Her voice was barely a whisper. "What is Harvest Night? What is he planning to do to me?" I read through the instructions. Felt bile rise in my throat. This was not just manipulation. This was something darker. Something that would hurt her. Maybe kill her. The ritual required her blood. Required her to be bound and conscious. Required

Ethan dragged me back up to the bedroom where the books were and we sat on the bed going through all of them, trying to find out whatever we could about this ‘Harvest’ thing. “If he doesn’t complete it then he has to wait another 25 years.” Ethan said. “Yeah. But you’re missing something here. It doesn’t say which full moon. There’s a full moon every month. Which one does he need to do ‘The Harvest’? And Nicole died only 2 years ago. Not 25 years ago.” I said.

It's like watching a very weird food chain in real time. “The Bloodmoon is in three days,” she says eventually, setting down her knife. “We'll need to begin preparations.” Alaric doesn't look up from his plate. “Proceed according to standard preparations.” He cuts into his food before adding, “Clara will assist.” Excuse me? Since when was I consulted to work for Bloodmoon? “Bloodmoon,” I mumble. Right. Bloodmoon. The giant wolf holiday where the moon turns magically red and everyone gathers together to thank the Moon Goddess for things.

And I will be there, every step of the way. “You will,” I promise. “And when that day comes, you’ll be ready.” .... That evening, the moon rises full and golden over the festival grounds, casting a soft glow on the faces of my pack. Laughter rings out, children dance with garlands in their hair, and the scent of roasted meat and sweet wine fills the air. The Harvest Moon is sacred to us, it’s when we give thanks for survival, for family, for love that endures. I stand before them all, my people, my warriors, my family. And for once, I don’t speak as the Alpha commanding attention, but as a man who’s lived, lost, and found his way again.

“It’s always like this before the Harvest Moon Festival. But trust me, it’ll be worth it tonight. There’s nothing like gathering around the bonfire under the full moon. It’s magical.” I smiled softly, her words stirring bittersweet memories. “Yeah. I hope so.” My thoughts drifted to the past—Harvest Moon Festivals back in the Obsidian Pack. The three-night celebration had always been the highlight of the year. The days were filled with games, music, and a flurry of activities, but the true magic began when the sun set. Everyone would gather under the full moon around a massive bonfire, sharing food, drinks, laughter, and stories. It was a time to give thanks to the moon goddess, to feel the