Red Moon Party 소설 & 이야기

I thought about my train ticket and knew, without doubt, that I had made the right choice. As the party wound down, I reached for my wallet to pay the bill. Lily suddenly tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Maddie, is that Dr. Ross?" I turned around. She was right. Sebastian stood there in a sharp gray suit. He cradled Suzanna Locke's puppy in one arm and stroked its fur with the other.

There was a small scar near his lip, pale against olive skin, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble, like he hadn’t slept properly in days. His eyes— I had never seen eyes like that. Cold. Sharp. A dark, flat brown that somehow managed to look like polished glass over something feral. They were scanning the crowd, emotionless, until they landed on me. They stopped. I felt the weight of his gaze like fingers around my throat. Not squeezing. Not yet. Just measuring how hard he might need to. “What the hell is this place?” one of the men muttered behind him. “A nest of lunatics,” another said. “Look at the robes. Looks like a damn sacrifice party.”

“If you’re not out a second past an hour, I’ll burst through those doors.” Kyla rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have come with me.” “Are you sure you wanna go in?” “Mr. Redd. You promised not to interfere with my personal life, remember?” She stepped out of the car, shutting the door with a soft thud before she could hear any more commands, and approached the apartment. Kyla hated parties. Hated the loud noise, the sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and the scent of alcohol and smoke. But Jayden loves them. She recalled how he had dragged her to one back home, and she ended up passing out after getting drunk.

Kael whispered, his rough voice full of a serious reverence. We stepped out onto the wide stone steps of the Council's main plaza. The massive square below us was packed with thousands of people. There were wild wolves from the northern hills, city rebels in patched leather jackets, and tired workers from the lower docks. The moment my boots hit the top step, the entire crowd went silent, their thousands of eyes locking straight onto my face. They saw my empty left sleeve pinned to my chest. They saw the dark mud and soot on my cheeks. But they also saw the faint, beautiful silver shimmer still resting deep beneath the skin of my neck—the permanent mark of the true Luna.

"I spent five years inside his walls. I scrubbed his floors. I listened to his wife call me trash. I let him make me feel like absolutely nothing. The AI is my escape, but... part of me still wants to walk into a room and watch him realize exactly what he threw away. I want him to regret every single second he made me feel small." A dark, vicious smile stretched slowly across my face. "Then let's break him." Dropping my hand from her face, I stepped back and leaned against the edge of my desk. "The Blood Moon Summit is this Friday." Crossing my arms, I held her gaze. "It is the most exclusive political event in the state. Chandler will be there, trying to beg his way back into the regional t

I slid my hand into the crack of his outstretched arm, holding onto him and walking by his side as he led us to our seats. To close off the ceremony, my Dad was asked to come say a few words to the guests. "Dear esteemed guests," My father began, "I am pleased today to welcome you all to this occasion. I am Alpha Chester, the proud father of Ava Chester, the now- Luna of the Nightshade Pack." He looked at me, pride swelling in his eyes, before he continued his speech. "On behalf of the Silvermoon Pack and everyone in it, I want to extend a warm welcome and express our deepest gratitude for joining us on this joyous occasion.

And I also couldn't see how throwing a party could help us solve the problems we had on ground now. “Yes! Tonight is going to be the Blood Moon right? So a party is exactly what we need right now. Honestly this couldn't have come in more perfect timing. Isn't that right Kole” Kaden said, grinning wildly at Kole, who stared back at him with a knowing look. “Okay what the hell is going on here?” I ask, completely lost on what was going on right now.

But at least they were never condescending, like their shit didn't stink or something. No, save that kind of BS for fancy-pants city boys. Starla mentally counted the nine Stellas arranged on a large serving tray. Stella. Because Bud just wouldn't do. Starla rolled her eyes and hoisted the tray. As she entered the party room, raucous laughter rang out. The apparent ringleader, the shortest man, naturally, spoke above the noise, his New York accent further grating on Starla's nerves. "All I'm saying is, that cowboy never knew what hit him." He picked up the beer Starla put down in front of him without bothering to acknowledge her presence. "We sent him that little redheaded piece of tw

DANTE Last night, as the moon hung high in the star-studded sky, I found myself unable to surrender to the soothing embrace of sleep. Instead, I remained wide awake, vigilant and alert, my eyes refusing to succumb even for the briefest of moments. In my hand, I cradled Orlando's exquisite scotch, which I had discovered at the deserted bar earlier. Its amber glow danced in the dim light, offering me solace and temporary respite from the anticipation that gripped me.

Caleb We left the party after saying our goodbyes, then retired to my bedroom. Ruby and I were sitting on my balcony terrace that overlooked the grounds. The outline of the moon was barely visible among the fading blue sky. Our guests had long since departed, leaving the gardens below empty and silent.