Romans & histoires Mooncat Millennia

Leo scoffs, “What a load of a foolish tale. Such bullshit.” Hearing it breaks November’s heart. “It’s a tale passed down from every generation of our kind… Now I don’t know if it’s true or not… but what is true is that my kind exists… I exist and I believe I am proof enough of our existence.” She smiles sadly, “My ancestors had always worshipped the Moon, the Moon as our God, as our source strength and life. The Moon God protects and guides us, that’s how we were able to call ourselves as Luna Puer… the Moonchild.” Knowing her husband was still listening she continues, “It was on the sixth century of the Ossory Kingdom… our pack… or kinds had lived peacefully along with full humans… humans w

Who are we without our wolf? “She is the Moon Goddess, she created us all. Yes, she can do it”. Wow. I never thought this could be a possibility. Roe explained to me once, that once you’re a Were, you can’t go back. There is no cure or anything like that. Would Selene really do it though?

"Anyway let's introduce ourself…My name is Mies Sai, and this is Elijah An Quers, both of us comes from a nations called Aeternum…and as you already known from my persona…I am a king of my country, though I don't like that title..let's just leave the reasons and details to make this conversations proceed easily….how about you elders?.." "this old one is the 256th Matriarch of the Shadow Beaver Clan..Kasuma Cypress, this one is the 258th Elder of the Red Mountain Mole clan Mikhail…it's an honor to meet you and her Ladyship from Aeternum…". (Matriarch Kasuma) The atmosphere were lightened a bit as both parties knew about each others, though they lived outside the world, their social skills and

Then she stood, smoothed her apron, and picked up the empty tray. "I'll press the green dress," she said. The sacred moon temple at the centre of the Moonscar territories is so old that no pack historian has a reliable date for its construction. It predates written record. Predates the current Alpha bloodlines. The wolves who built it were building something meant to outlast everything they could imagine. They were right. I had studied the ceremony the way a general studies terrain before a battle. Not because knowing changes the terrain, but because it might change what you choose to do when you're standing in it.

"Well, pay attention to what I tell you." I leaned in, fully attentive, as she began to unravel the celestial tapestry. "The Celestial one is reborn every 100 years," she disclosed, her words carrying the weight of ages. "Begotten from a Medic and an Elite Warrior. According to my research, the current one is 98 years old, although I do not know of their precise dwelling."

“That’s a myth. A bedtime story.” Kael shook his head. “It’s real. And it starts with the Alpha Moon.” “The what?” Damon scoffed. “Don’t let him fill your head with fairy tales, Elara.” Kael ignored him. “The Alpha Moon only rises once every hundred years. It’s tied to bloodlines—fated mates, sacred bonds, the primal magic that binds us to the moon.” He pointed at the body. “Whoever did this? They’re collecting sacrifices. Young wolves with pure blood.”

“Not really.” “Then listen closely,” she said, laying her hand on the stone. “It happens once every few centuries. When the sun, moon, and Earth align just right, turning the full moon blood red. Wolves don’t celebrate it.” “Why not?” “Because it binds fate. Irrevocably.” I leaned forward. “How?” She looked me dead in the eye. “The Alpha’s sons were born under one.” My blood turned cold. She went on. “The Seer at the time collapsed mid-ritual. When the Seer woke, she said only one thing: "Three lives, one thread." Untouched, they remain safe. But if one thread is pulled, the rest unravel.”

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

They at least had the decency to keep their distance and their whispers to themselves though, so that was nice. I wanted to belong, but there really wasn’t an opportunity to prove myself. I was doing my best to make use of the library Missael showed me, but it was hard to make up for 18 years’ worth of knowledge. ‘Packs have been around for many millennia, even if there are very few records dating back to those times. It is said that the Goddess of the Moon cursed a man for killing his dog for biting him, transforming him into a dangerous, bloodthirsty beast.