Moongrum Knight Elden Ring Novels & Stories

The blade thrummed with a fierce light, pulsing with every beat of her spirit. As she stood poised on a rise overlooking the battlefield, the packs rallied behind her. Warriors shifted into wolf and human alike, lifting their voices into the morning air, the sound swelling into a wild, chaotic hymn. "Moon Queen! Moon Queen!" The chant grew louder, more fevered, a drumbeat of hope. At her left, Jon appeared, mounting a sleek black horse, his quiver bristling with arrows enchanted by the sorcerers of Nightveil. He nocked an arrow that shimmered with living flame, the fire licking hungrily at the shaft.

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

“So it shall be. At the rise of the next full moon, in the Grove of Ancestry, Perfera shall be crowned Luna of the Crescent Silver Moon pack.” The warriors beat their spears against the stone in response — a hollow sound, more ritual than joy. Perfera turned to the court, voice rising like a siren. “And I will serve you with the strength of the moon, the wisdom of the stars, and the fire that cleanses all darkness.” They cheered. But only because they had forgotten what true light looked like.

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.”

Selene Morwen’s sigil, a crescent moon pierced by a dagger, flashed on the banners, confirming Renn’s report. My chest tightened, the curse’s whispers weaving through my thoughts: Traitor. You’ll lose them all. Mixing with the dread of facing Morwen, Draven’s former betrothed, and now Kaelen’s ally. The Red Cliffs loomed closer, but this patrol stood between us and Dorian... and possibly the artefact Morwen carried, if Torren’s intel held true.

Since I didn’t want to be enforcer, I didn’t bother about not having a moonstone on me, and it was my fault Rowan couldn’t find more moonstones. So my score remained in place—last place. Orion’s name was in first place, he had two moonstones. With Rowan closely behind Myria was now in third place and by the look on her face I could tell she didn’t like that. It was evident that this meant more to her. I looked behind and saw orion was already there. Then the forest rustled. Someone stumbled into the clearing. Kael Morn. He was limping badly, clothes torn, face pale with exhaustion. Relief flashed across his face when he saw the boundary line—when he saw us.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

The warrior held out something clenched tightly in his hand. A torn piece of black cloth. Embroidered onto it was the same broken silver crown Elara had seen in her vision. The Hollow Crown. “They’re closer than we thought,” Aldric whispered. The First Guardian growled deeply. “They were never far.” ⸻ Hours later, the valley had emptied. The Crimson Pack returned to their territory under a tense truce. The Moon Council departed with promises they would summon every remaining Elder before the next full moon. Only the Ashen Pack remained.

"I promise. No one will hurt you while you are here." Mira studied her face for a long moment, and then she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said. "I trust you." The rogue turned to Kael. "Aldrian's weapon. It is called the Edge of the Blade. It was forged in the blood of a wolf-less woman who was sacrificed to the old magic. It can cut through anything. Even a white wolf." Lyra felt the moonstone grow warm against her chest. "And you know where it is?"