Novel & Cerita Moon Touched Sword

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

At an inconceivable angle, it burst out a subtle sword light and pointed towards Ding Hao's eyebrow like lightning. "Meow!" Evil Moon stretched out his claws casually and broke the sword light like a scrap of paper. "How could it be...?" Ning Huxiao's eyes were about to burst out. In his slight daze, he was cut by Ding Hao's Moon-Cutting Machete by the waist. "Boom!" He was directly blasted on the stone wall of the main hall.

The light of the moon and the shadow of the flame reflects into its shiny metal frame making a rather golden orange combination of the silhouette. My brows furrowed. “ What purpose?” I asked. “ It’s a mystical sword of decadence made to either disrate or to steal a divine power,” he muttered.

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

He was smiling, and Liam swore he saw… Fangs. They glistened as the cloaked figure descended upon Liam. Liam himself was prepared this time, so he rolled out of the way. It was only then that he realized the cloaked figure wasn’t coming for Liam. No, he was going for someone else. His mother.

Ruffin left for another task while Asher and Octavio settled. He took out his blazer and filled a glass of scotch for himself. “Did someone trigger you?” Asher questioned. Octavio could confess he got triggered by a stupid human girl; that would be a shame. “Full-moon is coming. And you know how the moon called our temptations.” Asher understood his alpha was in urgent need to release himself. “What about the girl we picked from the wedding hall?” Octavio remembered. “Leia,” Asher replied.

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

He hands it over to Menodora, like she's supposed to recognize it or something. “Someone left this at the gates." “Is it meant for me?" Menodora turns it over with a slight furrow in her brows. I can tell the wheels in her head are already turning, looking for whatever clues she can find. “Yes, but there's no name and no return address…so basically we have no idea where it is from." “Oh, now that's very weird,” my wolf ponders. Menodora opens the pouch and pulls out a single silver pendant. The shape of it is a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf, like the moon is protecting the wolf. The blood drains from my face even as Menodora looks up confused.

"Show mercy to those without power but protect the civilians and restore order. Silverfang must become fully functional within four moons and any additional resources required will be supplied by BloodFall." Zita finished writing. "Done, Alpha." Draven nodded. "Seal it." Before she could move—A knock sounded on the study door. Phil frowned. "Enter." A guard stepped inside. He bowed deeply. "A messenger from Crestmoon Pack delivered this." The guard handed over a sealed scroll. Phil accepted it first but the moment he saw the Crestmoon seal, his eyebrows lifted slightly. Without speaking, he handed it to Draven. Draven accepted the letter, broke the seal and began reading.

There were many 'oohs' and exclamations from the crowd. Amaris spun in her chair and looked at the King. She knew that she had seen the carving in the tunnels at the oracle. She had not been able to read. However the story from Homer who had written about it said that the Menotaur was killed. How was it that he could be here now? She was now wishing that she had asked Christos to translate it for them that day. Amaris looked down at the two men that were being held at the beginning of the maze. Her eyes then scanned the maze to see if she could see the menotaur anywhere in the maze, but she saw no sign of movement. Jason moved beside her. The movement got her attention. She look