Novel & Cerita Reaper Of The Drifting Moon

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's corpse hung low, a bloated specter leaching color from the sky. Its craters pulsed like open wounds, and the sea beneath it had gone still, a black mirror reflecting its rot. The *Kinslayer* cut through the water, its heartstone hull groaning as if mourning the world it sailed toward. Selene's wolves clustered at the bow, their star-metal blades glinting like shards of dead constellations. Rhydian stood apart, his serpents restless beneath his skin, their scales shimmering with a light that matched the moon's sickly glow.

Today they held. Lyra stood at the far side beneath a carving of the moon at its thinnest. Jason leaned against a pillar like it belonged to him and he was doing it a favor by touching it. Others took their places with a choreography I hadn’t learned yet: elders near the center, fighters along the ring, witches like Vivian in the seams. Jasper laid the facts out. He didn’t dramatize. He didn’t underplay. The Rogue, the message, the names. Ronan. Blood Moon. The bargain dressed as mercy.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Get back! All of you, stay back or you’ll be the first to dissolve!" Rhea’s voice was a jagged scream that barely cut through the sound of the world ending. She stood at the center of a swirling hurricane of ink, her hands raised like a conductor leading an orchestra of nightmares. The shadow-beasts—creatures that should have been tearing her limb from limb—were instead forming a protective, writhing wall around her, their violet eyes fixed on the monstrosity that wore Ash Ryder’s face.

“No. It does matter! It can ruin the whole hunt for us!” “I, Eir Moonscar, blessed by the moon goddess and lost barbarian descendant, reject you, Toke Bloodfur, the former alpha of the Vikings pack.” After what felt like hundreds of versions of the rejection, this hit me right in the stomach. Leaving me gasping for air as the pain just continued to spread through my stomach. Bones crackled behind my ribs, and Drifta howled and whimpered in my mind, echoing through my head like a burning curse.

At this moment, as they watched the glowing female receive the flower crown of maturity on her head, every unmated male present ardently prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them the true mate of the beautiful female. After all, in both appearance and status, no she-wolf in the Setting Dawn Pack could compete with Selena Dimitri. Not paying heed to the burning stares on her figure, the young female received her flower crown, raised her head towards the moon, and howled. “Awhooo!” Selena Dimitri went on all fours and slammed onto the ground. Her expression filled with pain as she visibly convulsed and twisted on the stone floor, blood following in the trail of her scraping nails.

Chapter 30 — Aria's POV My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I tried to explain the vision. “The moon,” I started, swallowing hard. “It was blood-red. But not like a normal lunar eclipse. This was… different. Wrong. Like someone had painted the sky with actual blood.” Kane was pacing, wolf energy crackling around him like static electricity. I wanted to reach for him, to calm him down, but I could barely keep myself together. “Azrael wasn't alone,” I forced the words out, feeling my throat tighten. “There was an army of rogue wolves and hunters. Dozens of them.”

~STORM My heart was so heavy as I walked into the building and headed straight for my room. The moment I placed down the clothes I had on, I took a quick shower and had my body covered with a long garment. I took out a scarf and then headed to the little alter in my room and turned on a candle. I placed my palms together, the best of my heart so loud and deep that I could hear it. "Moon goddess! Nothing should go wrong in this pack. I really can't hear to see my people in pain." I muttered as a tear graced my cheeks.

he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. Chassy, resolute in her duty to protect her pack, replied, "The moon goddess guides us, and we will stand against the darkness. Your reign of terror ends here." With those words, Chassy delivered the finishing blow, ensuring that Drake posed no further threat to her pack. The moonlit battlefield bore witness to the fall of a formidable adversary, and Chassy, though weary, remained steadfast in her commitment to defend the Red Moon Pack against the impending vampire onslaught.

“I don’t believe that.” “You don’t have to believe it,” the doppelgänger whispered, circling her like a predator. “You feel it. Don’t you? The anger. The fear. The power. It’s been growing inside you since the day you were born. You think you’re the last Moonborn by accident? You were crafted for this.” Emily backed away, shaking. “I’m not a weapon.” “You’re a reaper, Emily. And every reaper eventually learns to stop running.”

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.