Moongrum Knight Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“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

“You don’t mind, do you sis?” “No. There is plenty here.” I giggled as I also grabbed a drumstick. “But back to Natalie.” I continued as I took a small bite of the chicken. “I don’t think finding her will be easy. Remember she has a connection with Lunar Eclipse.” “True.” Daxton nodded as he crossed his arms and placed his left ankle over his right knee. “Lunar Eclipse is the most notorious pack in the world. No matter how much effort we put into looking into the pack, we keep hitting a wall.”

“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.

Its leaves glowed softly beneath the night sky. Surrounding the tree were towering white stone pillars engraved with symbols that seemed to pulse with faint blue light. In the very center stood a circular altar carved from pure white stone. The moment Elsie laid eyes on it... Her heart skipped. "Come..." The whisper returned. Clearer than ever. Frank immediately dismounted. "The Moon Shrine." Even the hardened Beta lowered his head respectfully. The Nightcrest warriors followed. Only Rowan remained beside Elsie. He climbed down from his horse before offering her his hand.

"Alpha Lucien, you'll return to your pack and begin spreading word through official channels. I'll send runners to the allied rogue territories with messages. And Aelindra..." He pulled out a small velvet pouch, untying it to reveal a ring. Silver band, set with a moonstone that seemed to glow with inner light. "This belonged to your grandmother. The Lunar Queen before your mother." He held it out. "Wear it when you meet with the rogue packs. They'll recognize what it means." Maya took the ring with trembling fingers. The moment she slipped it on, power flared, silver light that made us all step back. The symbols carved into the walls of the compound blazed in response.

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

he said, his voice rough with the edge of transformation. Elara gripped the dagger Eleanor’s journal had described—forged from moonstone, etched with Voss runes—and nodded. The mark on her wrist glowed so bright it cast shadows, and she could hear the heartbeat of the forest: Kael’s army gathering at the ridge, their thoughts a cacophony of bloodlust and ambition. Sixty-seven wolves. All half-crazed from wolfsbane laced in their water. Kael’s at the front, wearing my grandfather’s pelt like a trophy.

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.