Heart Of The Moon Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

=--------------------------------------- The winter-white moon that was hanging in the sky yesterday because an eerie blood-red dreaded of autumn’s death. Minghao looked at the sky. Many believe that full moon and wolves came in pair. When the moon is shining brightly at the sky, a wolf will mournfully howl outside the village, slinking between shadows. Yet even if there’s no wolf around, Minghao felt as if there is one lurking around, waiting to eat him alive. It is a beast that is hard to defeat, because it resides inside his heart. He as anxious what is probably happening about the deal between Celine and the men who will get the documents.

I said, pulling the folded paper from my pocket. He took it carefully, his fingers brushing mine in a brief, grounding touch. The paper was warm from my pocket, the creases sharp against his calloused skin as he smoothed it open on his thigh. His eyes moved slowly over the lines. He read silently at first, lips tightening. “When the blood moon rises twice for one soul, the reborn heart shall stand between beast and shadow. One bond will break the chain, and one choice will spill the last blood. Love will be both knife and key; only together can they leave the web.”

Ronan stared at the phone screen, the gold in his eyes burning away into blood-red. Vesper. That vicious, calculating bitch. She didn't just kill Cressida with her vicious lies; she had destroyed the Black Moon pack's only hope! The 'Heart of the Moon' was the only cure for his pack's bloodline curse, and only an Alpha of the Silver Valley pack could access it. He had humbled himself, played her game, and was so close to succeeding... And because of her pathetic jealousy and need for control, it was all for nothing! The Alpha's fury burned through his veins. His sanity burned away, leaving only one cold, hard thought: Revenge.

My heart. I’ve done everything in my power not to think about him but it’s like he’s a layer of my skin that can never be removed. His dark blue eyes haunt me every time I close mine. I may have fallen in love with his eyes first. They see deep into my soul. The life he leads is not one I thought I could ever embrace. He’s a very good man in a very bad way due to circumstances. Those circumstances mean nothing to the police. They have their line in the sand and Moon has his. The police don’t care that Moon keeps drugs out of young hands because Moon runs the drugs. I’m not stupid, but I know for a fact love is blind because I love Moon with every fiber of my being. What I thought bad is now

"If I die..." "You won't!" I clutched him. "I won't let anyone hurt you!" That night, I snuck into the pack’s forbidden sanctum. I stole the one thing Victor Thorne had coveted for years: the Silvermoon Pack’s most precious artifact, the Heart of the Moon. Then, I vanished into the darkness, heading for Blackstone territory.

“You love when I'm right.” “Never.” I laughed. For a moment, the darkness disappeared. Then the ground shook. Malachar shouted, “We're out of time!” We reached the final chamber. The Moonwell was barely standing. Cracks covered its surface. Black energy poured from it. And at the center— a glowing sphere. The Moonheart's origin. Selene pointed. “There.” I stared. “How do I take it?” “Touch it.” Ronan grabbed my hand. “Together.” I nodded.

It fortified with every heartbeat, even as both of them fought against it, refusing to name it, refusing to let it claim them. Nova gasped, clutching at her chest. The heat, the bond, the Moon—it was all too much. Her knees buckled under the weight of it. But deep inside, she knew this was only the beginning. A storm was coming. And it would change everything.

It was love’s last fight. The village square faded, melting back into the cave’s dark. The silence was loud and deafening. They stood in a big cave. The walls glowed soft pink, like a living heart. In the middle, floating, was the Blood Moon’s heart. It was a swirling, beautiful, terrible knot of light, every stolen smile, every memory of love, every joyful moment from their village, all twisted into a desperate, lonely imitation of a heart. It beat with the pounding they heard outside. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The Heart trembled — then burst open. A wave of shadow poured out, swirling around her in a storm of dark fire. Kaen howled, his body expanding, fur igniting with silver flame. Selene closed her eyes and let it take her. She saw everything — every moment of fear, anger, hope, love — not just hers but generations of those who came before. Lucien’s loneliness. Kimberly’s courage. Mona’s despair. Derrick’s regret. All of it lived within the Heart. The realization struck deep: this was not evil. It was memory — the collective truth of all who had ever touched the moon.

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath