Maleficent Moors Novels & Stories

he said, his voice cold, "you are hereby no longer considered as a member of the Silverfox pack. All ties are severed. You are now a fugitive, an outcast." The pack erupted in a frenzy of condemnation. "Silence!" Serbian's voice cracked like thunder. A hush fell over the crowd. "On the rules guiding this pack, which include having an external affair with the Ironhearts, our sworn enemies. Caroline Moonbolt will face banishment. You have three minutes," he continued, a cruel grin spreading across his face, "to run. Run for your life, before the moon is fully upon us." I scrambled to my father's side. He was bruised and weak, barely conscious.

A piece of news about Xyla Quest appeared on her phone— “Popular period drama, Green Clouds Above, with the same title as the original work, is confirmed to have started filming. Xyla Quest will be acting as the fairy, Pink Misty! Photos from the shoot have been made publicly available!” Xyla didn’t expect Sebastian Brenand to make her photos publicly available so soon… After all, those photos were taken only the day before. When Sharon Lindt saw the content on Xyla’s phone, she instantly started speaking excitedly. “Let’s take a look at your photos. Last night, Stanley showed me a video of you getting your makeover. I was stunned by how beautiful you were.”

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

You know how callous and ruthless Moon is, he may have my head if I knock on his door without notice," he replied facing downwards, shivering. Stone gasped and dialled a number. "Your presence is needed here" he ordered and the person on the other side of the phone hung the call immediately. "Bastard! He yelled into his phone and sat on his huge black chair. "What a fine bitch, we got here! He stared at her through his mask seductively as he chuckled. The lady has short blonde hair with oceanic eyes, a fair skin. Her lips glitter and are a bit glossy. She's a bit plump. She couldn't stop shivering. Her eyes were full of terror.

“I can reach what you locked away.” I step before my mirror. My reflection smirks back, eyes glowing purple, skin humming with dark energy. ‘Now, mortal one,’ the mirror whispers inside my skull. ‘Return to the crypt. Take the mandrake roots. Brew the potion. Drink deep. Strengthen yourself. On the night of the Blood Moon festival, you will awaken the Dark Fives, witches of Ramleigh’s most ancient coven. Together, you will lay waste to Gerald and the wolves of Silvaton Ridge. The land they stole will burn.’

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

The goddess helped Selena to her feet, and although she felt much better now. She still could feel as if the pain that was on her chest was still sitting there. But it was not actually there, it was just ghost pain. “We need to talk,” She said to the powerful entity. The Moon goddess could have taken any form, but she had chosen one that she felt would seem more pleasant in the eyes of the omega. She knew that her true form could kill the she-wolf. “Walk with me,” she said as she led the way.

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

Before breakfast meant the tension had been sitting in the house overnight, building in the dark, and what he was hearing now was not the beginning of it but the point at which it had outgrown the space available to it. He stood in the doorway of the great room with his coffee and listened. Blackwood Manor in the early morning had a particular quality of light, grey and lateral, coming through the tall eastern windows at an angle that caught the dust in the air and made the room look both larger and emptier than it was. In that light, the two wolves currently standing in the center of it looked younger than they were. Which was the problem. Which had always been, in Marcus's assessment, the