Moongrum Knight Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Kral's expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on the city shrouded in the hues of the setting sun, casting a faint golden glow on his face. "Your Highness, I believe we will win." My assessment wasn't based on blind optimism but on a careful evaluation of the rogue group we were facing. "Explain your reasoning." "Your Highness, we have at least three advantages. First, our well-trained knight order. Our knights are elite warriors, while the rogues' strength doesn't compare to ours. Second, we've been to the Red Moon Pack and are familiar with its environment and routes. Third, the soldiers from the Werebear Nation are skilled in combat. Based on our past experiences in battles, I'm co

"You must meet Lamara, my sister by birth. She will teach you all you need to know regarding the moon and all her glory. She helped the healer to cure your wounds using her spiritual gift." My ears pique at that. I thought that was only the healers sheer talent that saved me. I shouldn't be surprise. The known worlds has all the wonders and magic. "I shall give my thanks to her myself," I stood up abruptly from my seat. Now, where is that fiesty Ettina? I believe she owe me a tour of the village. "Sit down. I have yet to finish my words and food, En Kara," His voice a thunderous tone. I slumped back to the chair and uttered my apologies.

I replied. "It's good that you brought Stella's mother home. I have been meaning to tell you how the ritual works. I know you loved her daughter a lot. Bringing her back won't be difficult…." I didn't let him finish when I cut in, "father, I already know about it," I said. "I know you knew about It with the way you kept her body… It must be done under the full moon. The full moon is just in two days. I hope you know how to handle it all," he said.

And when I walked it, arm in arm with the High Priestess of Moonlight, every single person stood. I saw faces I hadn’t seen since the academy. Enemies. Friends. Jealous exes. One girl who once said I smelled like potatoes? She was now bowing. (Take that, Gina.) At the end of the aisle stood him. King Edric Moon. In black and red formal Highland dress. A crown of ironwood branches and moonstone on his head. His wolf eyes locked on me like the world had stopped turning and started howling instead. He took my hand, kissed it, then turned to the gathered crowd. “This is my Luna. My Queen. The flame I searched for in the dark. And now—I bring her into our bond.”

“At the signal, three horn calls, all wards to the east will collapse.” I spread my arms, absorbing the gravity of the moment. “Then it is done. My birthright, my pack returns to me. Crimson Moon will be mine at last.” A silence fell, each man feeling the magnitude of what they prepared. Then Mael punched the table with a leather-gloved fist. “For you, Lord Sebastian.” “For you, my king,” Rupos intoned in his cadence. Draven bowed his head in ritual, and the Seer lifted his hood, revealing eyes that flickered like dying embers. “For the moon’s chosen,” he whispered.

It was the reason for the alliance. Their Red Grove pack was harboring mad rogues that they used for raids and Silver Moon was bent on annihilating them. But they had something important that was theirs. Silver Moon cannot hurt them till they retrieve it. And that was my job. Miles leans down so his lips just lightly brush my ear. "How would you like to perform for me then, Gwen?"

“His magic flares in the mist... wild, untamed. He’s near the ledge.” Selene’s hand tightened on the pommel of her sword. “Be careful... he’s dangerous.” Ryker offered a reassuring grin. “Danger is her element.” Nyra shot him a sidelong look. “And yours.” The road ended at a clearing where the river plunged over polished stone into a churning pool. Moonlight and torchlight danced on the spray, creating halos of mist. At the lip of the falls stood Kaelen Blackthorn, the Rogue Prince, cloak torn at the shoulder, hair plastered with mist. He turned as they emerged, face half‑hidden by shadow and spray.

And especially with the day so closely approaching, I needed to take my warriors out for a good hunt to help take the edge off before the day finally came. Knowing that Luke would have everything ready before dawn, I made my way out of my study and out the pack house with a smirk on my lips. I could feel the excitement already building up, and from the wagging of his tail, I could tell Rage felt the same way. Before the crack of dawn, I had led my pack warriors to the borders of Blackmoon Pack. Jasmine had been a huge help with the accurate descriptions and we easily slipped into their pack undetected. We had taken out the guards at their Eastern border quite easily and I had ripped off the

“Where are you?” I ask Elian through the mind-link. The troubles everyone has been having with them don’t seem to affect us, probably because Dun’s Crossing isn’t at war with itself. “The ring,” he replies. I arrive at what passes as a training ground here—a flat ring of dirt, outside the main town, where General Zdenko drills soldiers day in and day out—shortly. Milo, as Elian is now known around camp, quickly turned from a leatherworker and underground brawler, landing him right back amidst the soldiers. His white fur flashes amidst all the reds and muddy browns. Despite Joli’s prediction, those in Moonlight Hollow haven’t abandoned their convictions about fighting as wolves just yet.

Normally, the vast lands were home to only four people—me, my twin brother Stephen, our mother, and Helena, our ever-watchful guardian. But on this night? The Moonbane kin emerged from their scattered corners of the world. They set up vibrant tents across the estate grounds, bringing offerings—rare herbs, luminous stones, preserved phoenix feathers—to lay at the altar of Morgana, to honor the woman who made our world possible.