Mlp Fim Nightmare Moon Novels & Stories

The moon bled crimson that night, just as it had in every nightmare for as long as Lexi could remember. In the dream, the forest screamed. Steel clashed against claw and fang. A deep, commanding roar tore through the havoc...a voice that felt both ancient and achingly familiar. Then came the sharp cry of an infant, raw and helpless, followed by the wet sound of something heavy hitting the ground. Shadows moved like living smoke, snatching the tiny bundle away into the darkness. Drops of blood fell upward, staining the moon until it pulsed like a wounded heart.

And for a moment I couldn't tell if the red was the stone or the afterimage of the nightmare still burning in my vision. Valtherion was awake. Of course he was. The bond would have screamed at him the moment the terror spiked. "Another nightmare?" I looked at him. The love that held the darkness at bay. I was done pretending. "It's not a nightmare, Valtherion." I steadied my voice. "It's Malachar. The Blood Moon Cult leader. He's reaching me through the shadow bloodline, through my dreams." Valtherion went still. The kind of stillness that preceded action.

I wanted to say something, I really wanted to tell him that there was a mistake, or even a set up… but when I opened my mouth, nothing could come out. “Just like I suspected.” Damon murmured, his hands curled into fists beside him. His body trembled like he was on the edge of exploding. He turned sharply toward the door. “The Bloodmoon” he rasped, his voice low but ringing like steel. “It is in two days… get ready milo.” My blood froze. He didn’t look at me again. He didn’t even spare Daphne a glance. He stormed out of the room, the sound of the door slamming behind him echoed like thunder, leaving behind his last words.

As for Tania and Cole, there were times we could hardly shift back into our human forms after their mating intercourse. But nothing prepared us for that horrible day. A day that started as the best of our lives and became my worst nightmare. A nightmare that still haunted my dreams and nearly made me lose my sanity, despite being the Moon Goddess. I lulled myself, rocking in my chair and soon drifted to a dreamless sleep. Or I thought I did.

“Alpha douchebag happens to have a lover he’s in love with—well, according to the source—and he thinks she’s a devil out to separate them. Worst part? He doesn’t believe in the moon goddess or any of that jazz. In case you don’t know, the Sinister Smile Pack and the Blood Moon Pack are two of the few packs that don’t come to the MPMAC.” “MPMAC? What’s that?” “Moonlight Pack Mate Awakening Ceremony! Where the heck have you been all this time? Well, that aside, back to what we were talking about—it’s exactly like your situation seven years ago: the moon goddess is giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

"I actually heard that the Moon Crawler lost her mind and cheesed off on Melpomene, his Highness's 'sister'!" Paige chinwagged, her face blooming red from laughter. "Poor her, she must not know that the evil day is the Cold Night!" Paige guffawed and shortly later, Mario joined her and soon both were lost in their world. With a heart skipping a beat, Amethyst staggered back, taken aback by the news she had just informally received. "The Cold Night?! A night where all the ghosts wake up, with her glowing skin, the world might die…!" Amethyst curled her fingers around her neck, her figure began trembling as soon as her mind was captured by poisonous thoughts.

Tired from the arduous days of servitude in the Silver Moon Pack office, Elvie surrendered to a fitful slumber, unaware of the tumultuous journey her subconscious would embark on. In the realm of dreams, Elvie found herself confronted by the ghosts of her past. The spectral figure of her father, Luis, materialized before her, his eyes aflame with anger. "Elvie," he thundered, "why did you hurt Mara? You've strayed from the path I tried to set for you." The accusatory tone sent shivers down Elvie's spine as she stammered, attempting to offer an explanation. But Luis's spectral form dissolved into the ethereal mist, leaving behind a lingering sense of disappointment.

And it was coming straight toward us. I looked back toward the eastern wing where Sable slept, the weight of everything pressing down on me. The extra thread in the bond. The crack in the wall. The black eyes. The man who kept the old debts. Whatever was coming on the next full moon, it was going to test all of us. And I still didn’t know if we would be ready.

Clark was sitting down anxiously in the passenger seat of Matt's black SUV pickup truck as they drove through the back roads of the EastEnders pack’s territory. There were multiple trucks with beds filled to the brim with fierce claw Pack wolves, as well as numerous motorcycles as they led a mini caravan of warriors, ready to fight for the release of their Luna. With the bright light of a full moon, Clark was able to make out the edges of a deteriorating old building through the trees and grabbed Matt's arm.

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.