Harvest Moon And Rune Factory の小説・ストーリー

"You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?" I dragged my eyes from the sight and turned to him, then replied. "You did say the moon hasn't shined this brightly in a hundred years." He leaned towards me as though sharing a secret, then whispered in my ear. "Maybe the Moon Goddess is also celebrating with you. It's your Turning Feast, after all." I snorted. "Since when has the Moon Goddess ever cared about the affairs of one single person?" My father laughed. "You've always been a feisty one. Good thing you've Turned now. It's high time we found you a man who would be able to tame you. Perhaps Alpha Alexander over there?" He pointed.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

the Luna’s change in demeanor and topic automatically made the two sit up straighter, listening with anticipation. “These are Bloodmoon’s protective charms,” she explained, her tone shifting to reverence. “Crafted with the same magic as our pack house runes, they help shield our people from corrupted spirits when they venture beyond our wards. Each is unique, tied to the wearer’s spirit.” Aurora leaned forward, her silver-blue eyes tracing a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, its rune glowing softly. “They’re beautiful,” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “Do they work against Nightshade’s magic?”

Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power. As the car turned a gentle bend, the town emerged like a secret tucked into the heart of the woods. Small homes with wooden walls and wide porches dotted the hillside, some with lines of drying laundry flapping in the breeze. Smoke curled from chimneys, and children ran barefoot through the grass, their laughter echoing across the road. The heart of the pack was both wild and domestic, free yet deeply bound. The forest eventually gave way to a massive iron gate etched with runes, guarded by two warriors in uniform. The m

Maybe Reign is right, and we will meet our mate on the next Alliance Run in two weeks. The Alliance is made up of three packs, Blue Moon Pack, Silver Moon Pack and us, Harvest Moon Pack. Blue Moon is our neighbouring and they have roughly 1200 pack members. Years ago, the Alphas of Harvest Moon and Blue Moon, decided to buy the nearby Wildlife Reserve and Lodge. Other than some investments and the packs local business, the lodge is a big income source for the packs due to the hotel and various tourist attraction such as hot springs, game drives, fishing, hiking trail. We have recently started hosting weddings and corporate events.

If they need back their crates, they shall have them, but not my head. I started to run, dodging drooling teeth sharp enough to snap me in half. The woods will be an hour from the house. With wolves on my tail and their great sense of smell, it will not be an easy way out even if I have the upper hand of knowing the routes and way. If the gods blessed me tonight, there will be no guards scouting the forest. I prayed hard despite my broken faith. The Moon loves his subjects, and I'm still one of them. Surely, she had not relinquished me just yet.

No, no, no. I knew what this was. I'd learned about it years ago during my Luna training. A Moonbane Rune Stone. An ancient, forbidden object used to drain a wolf's power. Slowly. Gradually. Until there was nothing left. It was like a parasite that fed on life force and magic. And Leighton had hidden them in every gift he'd ever given me. I dropped the necklace as it had burned me. My whole body was shaking now. Not from fear. From rage.

Meanwhile, in the sacred valley of the Dark Moon Pack, I was at the altar, dressed in a silver gown, my long hair braided and adorned with moonstones. I seemed to sparkle against the sun, while Lyon stood beside me, his figure towering as he held my hand, our matching engagement rings glinting against the sun's glow. Lyon's voice was deep and strong, ringing throughout the valley as he swore, "I, Lyon, take Susan as my beloved Luna. My claws shall be her protection, my domain shall be her safe harbor—all my honor, loyalty and my very being is hers." Our packs cheered thunderously, blessing us, when Daniel tore his way through the crowd.

“We march east before the moon wanes. That rune belongs to Blood Moon. And I am going to rip it right off his corpse.” ​The pack link flares. The guilt and desperation of the last three days instantly burn away, replaced by the hardening diamond of our resolve. The blood moon’s call is a drumbeat in our veins, and we are finally going to war. ​

Breakfast came out, we sat there eating together, talking about the pack and the big Blue Moon gala that was coming up next month because of the actual Blue Moon event. We always hold a gala on the night of a Blue Moon, we got our name from an evening just the same, our founding members discovered this area under such a night, creating shelter and dancing in the moonlight as they shifted together, ran through the woods before eating delicious foods that had caught or found. That was the beginning of this pack, from there is what built up into what it is today. Now whenever it's the night of a Blue Moon we have a giant gala where everyone dresses up, dancing the night away under the night's s