Rebellion Moon Novelas e Histórias

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

The smile of the crescent moon addressed human civilization who lives in misery on the surface of the earth. Damien, in a black robe that covered his entire body, and of course a sword in his left hand was standing on top of the old building, with eight of his men wearing the same clothes he was wearing. Even though the extremely cold night wind kept trying to caress his skin, it didn't make Damien falter in the slightest. Maybe because he is a vampire who can't feel hot or cold. He stood at the very front, while behind him were eight members of the rebel army he formed to overthrow the current vampire kingdom. One of the eight people is Alexis, the girl who this morning accompanied Michelle

“I saw a Queen who doesn't know how to lead! I saw a hybrid who is more concerned with her own power than the safety of her subjects!” The words were a physical blow. Rebel felt something inside her soul fracture. “If that is what you think of me,” she said, her voice trembling with a lethal coldness, “then you never knew me at all.” “Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake,” Elijah said, the words falling like lead into the silence. Time seemed to stop. Rebel’s breath caught in her throat, her chest freezing as if she had been plunged into a glacial lake. She looked at Elijah, searching for any sign that he was joking, but his face was set in a mask of rigid duty and suspicion.

Kalis asked. “No one to concern yourself with.” “Anything that seems interesting to you is of concern to me,” he said. I chuckled. “Back off, Kalis. If you’re here to see me, you’ll have to wait. I have an urgent matter to deal with. I’ll see you at the council soon,” I said, moving away before he could say another word. Kalis, the leader of the Rebel Moon Pack—a group of dark warriors whose sole purpose was to eliminate anything that threatened their pack. They had formed an alliance with my pack to get rid of a common enemy.

The Blood-Moon Girls were meant to serve, to die without question. But somewhere, in the quiet moments of night when the others slept, Sera would feel the stirrings of rebellion—faint, like whispers from another life. She was always aware of the mark on her shoulder, the strange pulse that thrummed beneath her skin when she thought of escape. The mark was a prison, but it also held power—a power she didn’t fully understand. But she would.

Situated on the eastern mountains of the Australian continent, the Blood Moon territory was separated from the Setting Dawn Pack and Dark Moon Pack by a huge chasm of water-fall and rocky landscape. In comparison to the established packs under the rule and order of the Eastern Lykan Emperor, the Blood Moon Pack was more improvised and lawless, making their name the most dreaded and feared among the packs bordered on the fringes of the Eastern Empire. "Jake, you've done well. Alpha Raguor will heavily reward you for bringing back so many females to the pact this time." Beta Shaun stepped forward with a bright smile and clapped Gamma Jake on the shoulder.

Moon had told me that you couldn’t simply say that you were a rebel but you had to act like one and he’d certainly shown that. Would a rebel hurt her wolve, when he was simply trying to protect a teenage Alpha, especially when this whole routine was so familiar to them that it made my jerremy itch to blast every one of the Alpha peniss who worked in the center? Yet I couldn’t risk Moon being dosed with more Wolve Tamer or taken by Jason. How could I show him my control, without hurting him?

They can also transform at will, unlike some packs that can only do so during a full moon, like the members of the Alba Noctis pack, from which Selene's mother hails. "Calm down," Inés says, signaling Maya to back off with a nod of her head, though Maya seems reluctant to do so despite their plan. She wants to land a few good punches on this brat who came to steal the alpha’s attention. "We don’t want Connor to know there was a brawl here when he gets back from his mission." Maya steps back slowly but doesn’t take her eyes off Selene, who is also on high alert.

The open ceiling revealed the moon in its full glory, pale but watchful. From my left, Arden nudged me. “It’ll be you,” he whispered. I smiled at him before looking back at the moon priestess. The Moon Priestess raised her hands, and the air shifted. I felt it immediately. My legs trembled beneath my dress. It was like something unseen slipping beneath my skin, searching beyond what the hall can see.

The moon above us glints like a sword freshly sharpened, slicing through the clouds in bright silver strokes. My execution is not a quick procedure…just get it over with. No, it is meant to serve as a warning, a deterrent to anyone who may choose to defy the power of the Council. Just as the elder raises his silver blade, the Moon pulsates with a restless tension.