New Moon Novelas e Histórias

The moon was bright and full in the night sky, its silvery light shining down upon the forest. But this was no ordinary moon. It was the Blood Moon, a rare and powerful celestial event that only occurred once every hundred years. And as its light bathed the forest, it brought with it a curse, a curse that would change everything for Alpha Wade and the pack.

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

Can you tell me all about it? [Sure. They don’t call it a year like you do—it’s called a Lunar Cycle. We are currently in the 19th day of Velyra, 812 LC. The months of the Lunar Cycle are as follows:] --- Dawnhallow — equivalent of January. Meaning “Birth of Light.” Season: Winter. Lunar Magic Effects: Rebirth & Divine Blessings; spells of renewal are strongest. Frostmere — equivalent of February. Meaning “Frozen Stillness.”

"The wolf moon has passed us already. If nothing has changed by the night of the Hunter's moon, both Kaden and his pack will fall." I widened my eyes. The Hunter's moon, it was also known as the dying moon, it was in October. Which was also the month of my birth, I would be turning nineteen by then. What was I supposed to do? Did I really believe that the midnight pack was under a deadly curse? What if this woman was just crazy and wanted me to risk my life just for her own benefits.

“Are you okay?” “I’m fine!” the teen said quickly. I smiled at him. “Good. If you so much as find a bruise I want to know it, alright?” I looked over to Ellory with a wicked smirk. “We’ll include it in what Damian has to pay for when he loses.” The new moon symbolized the board wiping clean, the scales rebalancing, and the birth of a new era. That was why New Moon Park was the only acceptable place for a challenge.

It was her idea to enslave Michaela with a silver collar – so I supposed it made sense that she’d have more ideas now. Kristin continued, “In the old days of the pack, to show the Moon Goddess our commitment to justice, they would tie up a condemned prisoner and leave them out on the ceremonial plain overnight under a full moon. Of course, the next full moon is reserved for our lost Luna-to-be’s memorial ceremony; we can’t taint that with the presence of the traitor. But tonight is the new moon.” The new moon was a powerful time: the darkest night of the lunar cycle, when we couldn’t see the Moon Goddess but had to trust that sh

They were the very reason he could draw a breath without the metallic tang of silver-poisoning. But above the vibrant sun, something else was moving. A second moon had appeared. It was a massive, silver-white orb that lacked the iridescent glow of the Lunar Council’s authority. It was flat, matte, and terrifyingly silent. For a wolf, the world was defined by its scent—the smell of rain, the musk of the pack, the iron of blood. But this new celestial body was a void in the sensory world. It was a "Dead Moon." It had no scent. It didn't even have a shadow. It was a cataract over the eye of the universe, and as it descended, the vibrant colors of the Silver Peaks began to fade.

Only the steady удар of my feet against the dirt and the harsh sound of my breathing. Every step brought me closer to Damon. Every step also fed the storm building inside me. It felt like something large was pressing against my ribs, trying to claw its way out. The urge to break something, to hurt something, flashed through my mind before I could stop it. Nothing was going to block me from this conversation. A glance up at the sky made my stomach drop. No moon. Just darkness stretching wide overhead. New moon. The strongest night of the month for my kind. Of course it had to be tonight.

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

The name settles into the room like something ancient waking up. Alpha Marcus's eyebrows lift slightly. "...Noctara." "That name appears in old Alpha records." Aiden glances toward him. "You've heard of her?" Alpha Marcus nods slowly. "Only fragments." "She was known as a Blood Moon Alpha." I sit up straighter. "...A what?" My father continues. "A Blood Moon Alpha." "One of the rarest Alpha variants ever recorded." "According to my grandfather, Aurelia was born during a blood moon eclipse sometime around 1790."