Novel & Cerita Rhûn Middle-earth

My mother clutched her pearls and sighed, “It’s for the greater good.” Kael laughed as he twisted the blade one final time. “The Blackthorn empire doesn’t need weak blood.” The last thing I felt was the Moon Goddess’s whisper in the darkness: “Second chance, daughter. Rise and ruin them.” I gasped back to the present, tears streaming down my face, claws digging into the wooden floor. My stronger wolf howled inside me , not in pain this time, but in pure, unbridled fury. The seductive aura exploded outward, filling the entire apartment with thick, fertile scent. My heavy breasts heaved with each breath, nipples tight and aching. Slick ran down my thighs as grief transmuted into raw, vengeful

“Killing him won’t help us right now. We need to focus on stopping the ritual.” Rigel’s eyes burned with anger, but he relented, shoving Thorne aside. “You’ve made your choice, Thorne. Don’t expect mercy next time.” The sound of ominous chanting rose above the chaos, drawing our attention back to the center of the ritual. The rogue leader stood tall, his arms outstretched as the glowing runes pulsed in rhythm with his words. The ground beneath him cracked and split, releasing streams of shadowy energy that coalesced into a towering, monstrous form.

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

“A rift between realms. He’s not in our world anymore.” I staggered back. “Then how do we get him back?” Rhovan was already lighting incense and carving sigils into the dirt. “With blood. And bone. And fury.” ⸻ The spell wasn’t elegant. It was brutal. It required pain—my pain. My wolf resisted at first, not wanting to offer more of herself when we’d already lost so much. But I forced her forward. Because I am a mother before I am a Luna. Before I am a warrior.

And I see it. A ring of trees scorched black at the base, yet alive. In the center, glowing like an ember from the bones of the earth, is the Heartwood Emberroot. Blood-red tendrils curl around stone. Fire dances faintly through its veins. I step forward. “Wait,” Inferno warns. “He’s coming.”

The silence shattered. A sound like chains breaking underwater—slow, echoing, distorted by layers of time and magic—rippled through the space. The dungeon trembled. Rocks fell from above, dust rained down, but I didn’t flinch. My hands ignited—not with flame, but with essence. Raw. Unrefined. Mine. I stared down at the last intact rune, pulsing beneath my foot like a heartbeat trying to outpace death. I bent, pressed my blood stained fingers against it, and whispered, “You don’t own me anymore.”

The post that emits the light is blue because of the stone on it. Slowly, above his head was plastered an accurate picture of a star that follows the path of the candlelight. It's the same color as the stone used in Raven's wand. He sat down and took his breath in order. This is the first time his spirit will come out of the body. It's the first time it will track down another world in the middle of nowhere that it never knew. Raven was behind Rena. He also made a circle of smaller size surrounding his body. "Murgos, if I don't come back in an hour, then you can burn my body with fire, and don't forget to throw that holy water in this circle."

Other than Isabella and the girls, there had been no others nearby. The soil in which the mandrake grew became pretty soft, subsequently, he must without problems pull out the 'root' without the usage of an excessive amount of force. But the trouble became... After that. If it genuinely had been the genuine issue -- it'd scream and yell. And whoever heard the sound -- might be dead. "......Whatever!" Raven pulled out the 'root' in a single cross and right now threw it up into the air as difficult as he ought to.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.