Moongrum Knight Elden Ring Novels & Stories

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's rebirth was a lie. Its light, once pure and radiant, now flickered like a guttering candle, casting elongated shadows that slithered across the camp. The Eclipse Crown sat heavy on Eden's brow, its twin spiral darkened to a bruise-like hue, and the air hummed with a dissonant energy that made the wolves' hackles rise. Kelly stood at the edge of the grove, her trinity mark cold and silent, Nyxara's whispers absent for the first time in months. The victory over Nythra felt hollow, a fragile ceasefire in a war far from over.

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

I nodded once, hoping it was the truth, even though the lie tasted bitter. From outside the chambers, I could hear the sound of music already playing, the chanting, the roar of the Crimson Moon Clan, as they gathered in the courtyard. My pack, my own people. Tonight has been planned as the night they would all bow to me not because of tradition, but because, out of all the young maidens, the Moon itself would recognize me. But instead of feeling special, the Moon awkwardly felt… far. “A Luna should at least feel full tonight,” I murmured. “Like the feeling gotten from standing under rain after a drought.”

"Thorne mentioned his scouts reported seeing something matching descriptions from Gina's original vision, months ago. A figure, witnesses described, wearing a crown made of red moonlight." The comfortable, hard-won peace of our evening evaporated instantly. It was replaced by cold, familiar dread at the reappearance of all I had hoped we left entirely behind us, sealed away with everything else the blood moon ritual had ultimately resolved.

"Then why was Allegra dumped on the exact sacred ground where the scroll was hidden?" "A coincidence of the territory, my lord," the warden explains quickly. "The rogue likely chose the altar for its dark wards, unaware Mr. E had already cleared the vault." Gideon strokes his silver wolf-pendant, nodding slowly. "Very well. Keep our elite warriors ready. When Mr. E delivers the rogue's identity, we strike. Now, what of the ancestral moon-tribute next month?" "The entire Blackmoor bloodline must trek into the deep woods of Frostfang Hollow for the moon-phase sacrifice," the warden replies carefully. "Given Young Master Malek’s blood-core collapse last year... it nearly killed him. Shall we ex

"Your mother used to say that a realm built on fear would always crumble beneath its own weight. If she could see this day, Moana... she would know the Silver-Moon lineage has fulfilled its promise." A long, clear horn sounded from the southern watchtower, signaling that the trade wagons had passed the inner checkpoint without incident. Kaelen rode at the front of the escort on his heavy warhorse, looking up at the high balcony and raising a gauntleted fist in greeting. Around his neck hung the polished river-stone talisman the trackers had carved, matching the one hanging above Lorcan’s crib, a symbol that the vanguard held the valley's future as sacred as their own lives.

“Are you fixing this tournament for the Hunter’s Moon night?” “Yes, precisely. It will align with the midnight summit of the blue moon,” Rahl confirmed. “My sole focus is to prepare you to face Kathleen. She’s the most formidable warrior in the tournament and general to Lillian.” Emory’s expression tightened at the mention of Kathleen. Of course, it had to be Rahl’s ex-lover. She pulled away, but Rahl caught her arm again, drawing her back against him and she didn’t fight him. “Stop running away from me, Emory.” Like a physical force, the heat of his gaze pressed her to stay, and her mind went utterly blank. Now, they just stared at each other. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but not

At first, it was faint — a distant rumble like the stirring of a great beast — but it grew louder, stronger until even the enemy forces stilled in confusion. From the eastern ridge, banners rose into view, catching the dying light of the setting sun. Silver and red, with the mark of Crescent Moon— MoonBlood Sigil — stitched across the fabrics. Ranks upon ranks of warriors poured over the hill and approached like a total wave of salvation crashing towards the battlefield with one goal in mind; end the tyranny of the false crimsons. Now faced with the cause of Lunaria's troubles, Rhaella glared at the pathetic excuse of a man, her teeth grinding as she began walking in a circle with him.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“Well, she had mentioned that it was not one man, but three.” Elio’s eyes started to get dark out of anger. “My little girl!” “That’s why I didn’t tell you, but you know you cannot resist the mate bond. Anyway, she told me earlier that she was at Moonlit pack. The event is at Moonlit pack. The men are at Moonlit pack. You know what that means?”, Leonora looked at her husband expectantly, waiting for the penny to drop. “Oh shit.”, Elio whispered. “Yes. What is one of them is Griffin?”, Leonora stated.