Nightmare Moon From My Little Pony Novelas e Histórias

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

, I said to him through our mindlink and he receded to the back of my mind, not even replying me. I was about to undress when I felt my best friend and next Beta, Nathan trying to reach me through the pack's mindlink. I put down my barrier and heard his voice. "Yo man, you're back already. Did you find her?", he asked me excitedly. Everyone has been waiting for their next Luna since I turned 14 so I get why he's so excited. "Nah, bro. I did not find her. I guess the Moon goddess doesn't have a mate for me", I laughed dryly through the mindlink and heard him sigh.

The darkness of the White Mountain was illuminated with the little shadow of the moon, dark clouds covered the horizon and only the unforgiving gale of winter was their companion. Fairy Knight Henry heard them from the darkness of the trees, and as he approached, he saw the outlines of the warriors and the young legendary Prenah in the shimmering moonlight. He came down upon the warriors with the fury of the feral knight. His sword flashed in the light of the pale, heavenly orb. Their blood reached the ground before a scream could even pass their lips, and in an instant, he stood alone with the young fairy, and the bodies of his men littered at his feet.

The entire trip to Dark Moon territory, Adam had forced Deven to sleep on the hard floor. Annabelle scooted into the bed beside me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze under the blanket. We laid there, hands clasped, eyes closed, while we waited for the boys to fall asleep. Adam wouldn’t have allowed Annabelle to take me to the Luna had he been awake. The only option would have been using an Alpha command, which I hated doing to my siblings. His snores were our signal to slip from the room.

It was a full moon the night I was born. My mother Amanda was the Luna of the Silver Moon pack. She is a proud and beautiful warrior, a strong mate to my father the Alpha. My mother had already blessed him with a daughter 10 years prior to this birth, my sister Scarlett.

This way, they wouldn't focus on a child each because they looked like them. Moon's kingdom was also beautiful. I mean, I enjoyed rides with werewolves who were eager to meet their Luna. It was a freaking adventure, and my babies liked it. Now that they could run, they played until they got tired. We'll definitely repeat the trip next year. “Are you nervous?” Moon asked, bringing my focus back to him. Emil and Mila were asleep against his chest, their small bodies rising and falling in perfect synchrony. “I'm not nervous,” I lied, and Fyre chuckled at that, calling my words a bluff.

After Trevor, I’ll never sleep next to a liar again. It doesn’t take me long to fall back into a restless sleep, dreaming of that monster from the clearing chasing me and the red wolf through the trees.

To lessen his impact, the Nightmare Master put him to sleep, forcing him to use his frequencies to spy on people, among other things. Frequency runs every bit of technology you see, from the nightmare eye in the sky to even everyday devices that people use. He controls every bit of it, but even with all that control, he's not in control. The Nightmare Master forced him into a coma and hid him in the middle of Nightmare Land so he could use his frequencies. He gets released like us, but it's not exactly the same. He's still stuck in a coma, but he's able to use his frequencies however he wants during the month he's free.

By midnight, the Night Moon Alpha sensed an overpowering force, their men had died and only a few that were already weak and could barely fight an ant, so he ordered a retreat. Their forces fled into the trees—banners torn, then it dawned on me, the banner I saw in my vision wasn’t for the crescent moon pack, it was for the night moon pack, we had defeated them in my vision. “Victory!” our warriors screamed in the air, howling after each other. For the first time in a long while, I shifted into Nyzarelle and howled as loud as I could. Kaiarox shifted into his white furry wolf and howled with me before smearing his nose on mine.

Cassia cried until her makeup streaked down her face and no one came. Tomas whimpered between clenched teeth. Reed groaned through his swollen jaw. And MoonRiver held its breath. Because tomorrow, if Lillieth still slept, the pack would be starving, desperate, raw. And if she woke? Then the pack would witness what happened when an Alpha who swore he’d never bow to the Moon found out the Moon had already claimed him — and dared someone to touch what was his.