Novel & Cerita Rune Factory A Harvest Moon

Another day has come, sunlight seeps through his window as his gorgeous blue eyes squint. "Master your breakfast is ready," Fafnir said as he open up the curtains. The garden outside looks lush as ever, as fields of furze, bushes of different colored roses, and beautiful yellow dahlias make the sunny day jollier. Justine smiled and slowly sit up. His unsettled bangs are pushed back complimenting his sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows make Fafnir wonder why his good-looking master never gotten a fish in the sea. 'Oh yeah, the unsettling bangs' he said to himself

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

When they die, you lose that piece of your heart, and I’ve learned that no matter how exceptional werewolf healing is, a broken heart is unmendable. I shake my head and focus on the present. I’m here for my pack. Spreading my arms out wide, I signal to the raucous crowd to settle down and give me their attention. “Red Mountain Pack welcomes our guests from the Running River and Forza Nelle Tenebre Packs!” My voice booms- commanding, yet comforting. “This is the first inter-pack full moon run that we are hosting, and I hope this tradition continues as our alliance continues to strengthen. Tonight is the Harvest Moon. The moon tonight will provide additional light and brightness, compared to a

I inquired holding back the details of that very place being the place I was reborn. “Everything about the Bluemoon Pack is different which makes it confusing to our enemies and spies. The Lumar is like a stream enclosed in a cave and is also habitat to two spiritual fishes. But these aren't any kind of normal species, there are sacred fishes put in there by the moon goddess, male and female. They represent the Pack's blessing and because of them we get to harvest bountiful farm produce twice every year which is not the same with other Packs because they only get to harvest once every year.

She didn’t even bother to try to make amends first before insisting I attend the festival. The second day of the Harvest Moon Festival was always the most important one. It was when all the allied packs gathered to witness the burning of the offering and pray for continued prosperity. And Luna Helene would have every member of her family present and accounted for, looking perfect and playing their parts like the good little puppets we were supposed to be.

“Stay close. Don’t breathe loud.” “Don’t breathe loud?” I hissed. His eyes flashed. “It hears panic.” As if the ravine wanted to mock us, the air vibrated with a new sound—scraping, heavy, approaching fast. The creature was following the line we’d carved through the trees like it could taste our footsteps. Dax reached the fissure and pressed his palm to a stone embedded in the rock beside it. The symbol carved there made my stomach clench: a crescent moon split by a straight line, the same mark on my mother’s gate-stone.

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

The Silver Moon Pack, still reeling from recent events, gathered in anticipation of the upcoming Moonlight ceremony, where the Moon Goddess was expected to grace them with her presence. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of hope and determination to move forward. In the midst of the preparations, Mara, the Luna, was engrossed in arranging flowers for the ceremony. The pack members worked together to beautify the garden, eager for a moment of solace and connection with their divine deity. However, the tranquility was shattered when Carla, a disgruntled and vengeful member of the pack, suddenly launched a furious attack on Mara. Her eyes burned with rage as she yelled, threatening to end Ma

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

He simply told us we’d be conducting a live simulation in the southern ravine—one of the deeper forest-embedded arenas designed for advanced survival drills. No tutors. No magical assistance. Only what we carried. The assignment was simple: locate a hidden rune cache and survive whatever was protecting it. Straightforward. Except nothing under a blood moon was ever straightforward. By the time we reached the ravine, the moon had risen fully—deep crimson, like it had bled through the clouds. The light filtered through the trees in streaks of dull scarlet, and the air hummed with tension. It clung to the skin like humidity, but colder. Hungrier.