Romans & histoires Red Demon Eclipse

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

he growled, chains clinking. Then from the shadows emerge a woman whose face like the moon goddess yet instead of sliver eyes has crimson eyes. Instead of silver hair she has a hair red as blood. It was Lilith the mother of all demons. The mother of Chaos. But also the other part of the Moon Goddess for Lilith and Luna was once a one person.

— Rahiel looked at us with a look full of disgust. — We need to call the cleaners, let them remove the bodies, check them and bury them with dignity.— said the angel. Dean and I went back to the training room. Scott was reading something on his phone. — Guys, do you know that there will be a solar eclipse soon?— Journalists say that this eclipse is unexpected...— — Yes, unexpected... The protection of the Earth disappears and the human world becomes vulnerable to demons.—I said. — And that's why they were looking for me... Oh! I feel a very serious job is on the horizon.—Scott said.

Another templar collapsed and I started looking for the leader, but he was already standing in the corner, watching me with a smirk on his face. And in his hand... Oh no, not that, please! “I banish you from this world, demon! By the power and the will of the Church...” Words fell on my head like rocks, and the crystal symbol of the Church gleamed in the templar’s hand. Apparently, he was a powerful exorcist who was never parted from the tools of his trade. “By the blood of the servitors and their sacrifice...” I felt that I was being pushed out of the world, literally. It was as if a vortex was pulling me in, and all I could do was to helplessly try to catch hold of something.

They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable. I watched as Ethan shifted into action. There was no hesitation. He raised his hand, and the air seemed to hum with energy. A shockwave blasted outward, throwing several infected back and clearing a path for us to move forward. It was an impressive display of power—one that I had witnessed many times—but this time, there was something different about it. Ethan’s movements were more deliberate, more strained, and I could see it in his eyes. He was struggling.

Meanwhile, at Blackmark mansion, Raya was sipping her wine when the witch named Griffin appeared out of nowhere and bowed down to Mrs Blackmark. "Griffin...what are you doing here?" she asked smilingly then continued, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Now that you are here...join me for a drink. Will you?" "My lady...I need to tell you something important…" her facial expressions were crucial and tone seemed urgent. "What is it?" Raya asked with her eyebrows knitted. "The eclipse is coming…" she mentioned carefully. Hearing this Raya left the glass of wine from her hand and it broke into a million pieces, the wine spread along the floor.

“Then we show them something stronger—truth. Purpose. You’ve lit a spark in Ember Hollow. We just have to fan it before it fades.” Later that day, they gathered their closest allies in the sanctuary’s lower halls. The Order of the Flame—those loyal to the vision and heart of Ember Hollow—numbered twenty-three now, a tapestry of warriors, healers, scholars, and even former skeptics. Among them was Elandra, a seer whose dreams had grown darker by the day. “There is an eclipse coming,” she murmured, laying out her scrying stones. “Not of the moon, but of trust. And Catherine rides its shadow.”

Her victory. The freshly formed mark shimmered against her skin, bright enough for even the farthest wolves to witness. Some wolves roared in approval. Some forced themselves to. Some looked genuinely horrified. But no one objected. No one dared. JASON SEALS THE CEREMONY — A DECLARATION OF WAR Jason lifted Lena to her feet and raised her hand so all could see. He turned to the crowd, voice booming: “Eight nights from now,” he called, “under the total blood eclipse—Silver Claw will kneel or burn.”

“Then let’s finish this.” The tide turned, but a piercing howl tore through the fray, freezing everyone in place. Theron himself burst onto the battlefield, his massive wolf form dwarfing those around him. Eyes smoldering with malice, he tore through our ranks like a living storm. Lucan tensed, fury tightening his jaw. “It ends now.” Before he could charge, Eldrin—an elder wolf who’d guided Lucan countless times—stepped forward. Silver fur glinted in the dying sunlight as he shifted, voice echoing across the square.