Shadow Moon Ranch Novels & Stories

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...

I added. Her gaze drifted around the moving pathway again, and I could see the way realization settled down in her while she nodded. The pack itself was the heart of Shadowmoon, and the pack wasn't built around one house… not the mansion alone. We moved gently towards the path ahead. “This is one of the communal areas where many wolves come together, and there's a lot more to Shadowmoon that you didn't know,” I added. “Ridgewood was never like this, Larry,” Anya said, more of a whisper. “It had mostly been the pack house and then the pack's territory, then the pack office… Ridgewood Holdings.”

Rebel and Ryder yelled and pounced on Shadow shifting into their wolf form and started nipping at him. “Hey, hey!” Shadow yelped as Ryder nipped his thigh just missing his most sensitive areas. “Those aren’t balls you play with.” He shrieked covering his crotch. Jen tried not to laugh but she couldn’t hold back. “Thanks for the help love.” He grumbled. “My pleasure. Imma here to help anytime.” She snickered. “Ryder, Rebel get off of Shadow.” Storm laughed. “Off now.” She snapped her fingers at them. They playfully growled at Shadow and ran to their mom’s feet. “Okay you three shift back, fingers and feet please.” She ordered.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

I opened my eyes and saw him carefully pulling something from his hunting bag. It was a small, rare spirit beast—still writhing in his hands. A Moonshadow Mink. It lived only on the most treacherous cliff faces, its fur shifting color under moonlight. "I just secured the East Valley," he said softly, a boyish pride slipping into his tone as he placed the struggling creature beside my pillow. "The hunting grounds there are unbelievably rich—streams full of fat fish. I'm planning to build a nursery for our future pups there. We'll call it the New Moon Cradle."

A kingdom that looked like what it was — something dead pretending to live, something wrong pretending to be a world. He crossed into vampire territory at dawn, three days out from the human palace, wearing the plain clothes of a travelling servant and carrying papers that named him Renn, employed by a merchant house that did not exist. The border wasn't marked with walls or watchtowers. Just a shift in the road — the stones better-laid, the trees on either side older and unmolested, and a quiet that was different from the quiet he was used to. Not the quiet of absence. The quiet of something that had been left alone long enough to settle into itself. He kept walking.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

The intel came wrapped in bloodstained leather. A name. A location. And one word written in an old dialect Racheal hadn’t seen since she was a child: “Nest.” That meant the Flamebound weren’t just regrouping. They were growing. And they were doing it just five miles outside her own border. --- The Shadow Circle moved at dusk. No official briefing. No Assembly permission. Just silent riders on dark-painted wolves, traveling narrow paths through the pine forest where the moonlight couldn’t follow.

We continued in silence, till we finally reached the outskirts, and the sight of the Blood Moon pack camp greeted us. The moon was gradually materializing itself out in the open, its eerie red glow casting an ominous light over the camp. The Blood Moon pack members were already gathering, their eyes glinting with a hunger that made me almost regret bringing forward the attack. They were mostly bloodthirsty. “Where is Shadowvale?" I asked one of the men who stood among the crowd. “He over there,” The man pointed to the crowd that mostly consisted of the Shadowvale's hunt pack. I walked over to where they were, their skins were already transforming into their wolf pattern. Their skin had patch