Shadow Moon Ranch 소설 & 이야기

So you can only imagine the shock I felt, when she placed her hand on my belly, and insisted the energy within me was overwhelming! I pulled myself out of my thoughts, and focused on night ahead. The pack house was really jampacked with a lot of excited pack members. It was no surprise, seeing as the shadow moon festival was the most anticipated event of the year. The Shadow wolves were special wolves, tasked with the great duty of safeguarding and defending the pack, especially during rogue attacks. This was because of their ability to adapt to the colour of their surroundings, thereby taking their attackers by surprise. They were like Chameleons, but in form of wolves.

Jamal cherished their friendship dearly, unaware of Natasha's growing desire for something more. One Wednesday morning after a rigorous gym session, Natasha's car halted in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Rain started pouring heavily as she struggled to diagnose the issue. Her attempts to call for help were thwarted by a lack of signal, leaving her stranded. Fortunately, fate intervened as Jamal jogged by, recognizing Natasha and offering his assistance. He shielded her from the downpour and inspected the car, realizing it was beyond his expertise he then suggested they head to his nearby house while the rain persisted. Upon arriving, Natasha was grateful for his hospitality as he provided her w

Orange Street lights illuminated the bellies of the grey clouds that hung above and in the distance were the lit signs of stores and restaurants. Chloe didn’t recognise the place but something in the back of her mind told her this was a human settlement of some kind. It wasn’t in the same state but was also close enough to share the same kind of weather. The shadows circled around her legs, rubbing their pitch black pelts over Chloe’s naked skin. The fur was as cold as ice but as soft as silk and it tickled her fingers as she Idly reached out to touch them. It were the shadows that coaxed her to follow some invisible path set out just for her. Chloe wasn’t sure how she knew this, but the sha

But dead? “Last night, there was an incident between his clan and another rival clan. They were shooting at each other and it seems one truck your husband brought to the rival caught fire from the shooting.” “Shots? Trucks? How is Olivia? Agent Olivia...” I asked, startled. “Emily, what’s wrong?” asked Mike, startled by my agitation.

I pulled the hidden panel in the headboard out and put on my headset. “Pandora to Moon Shadow, online,” I said. The screen of the computer shifted as the computer recognized my voice and initialized the unlocking protocols to the private messaging board of Moon Shadow. In the wake of the chaos that had started to infect werewolf society after the rise of the vampire king, Moon Shadow was formed to help combat it. The organization was made up of only werewolves with awakened bloodlines. No one knew anyone’s real name, faces, or voices, but we all shared a common vision: bringing about the unity and peace of the werewolf world, freed from vampire interference.

The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest as the dried leaves were crushed underneath their boots. The poachers were turning their heads here and there, wanting to make sure that they were not missing any spot that the sable, furry wolf could not be hiding away from them. Their leader harrumphed loudly as he stomped his foot on the ground. “Anything? Anything at all?” he asked his crew—the very people that he trusted to bring the big, black wolf to his feet as he paid them to do

My heartbeat thumps harder against my ribs as I force my face to hold back a massive smile. Eventually, the Nightclaw Rover slows down, turning into the long stone driveway of Horseshoe Creek Ranch. The ancient lodge sits in the distance, framed beautifully against the fading orange sun bleeding across hundreds of acres of wild grassland. Two valley wolves renovated the entire timber structure last winter, transforming the old house into a beautiful bed-and-breakfast. The owners fell madly in love after nearly tearing each other's throats out for the property rights. In the end, both beasts won because they locked the mate bond and now share the ranch operations.

“The question is, can you resist him when he comes for you?” The SUV slowed as we passed through this fancy iron gate with Shadowmere’s symbol—a silver wolf howling at a crescent moon. The land inside was amazing: rolling hills covered in forest, a clear lake that looked like a mirror, and this big set of buildings that looked both new and old. “Welcome to Shadowmere,” Kane said, his voice warm as we parked in front of what had to be the pack house—a huge place made of stone and wood that felt more like a home than a fortress.

Ethan Silvermoon is the second son of Alpha Raymond Silvermoon alpha of the spirit mountain pack in Nevada. For generations the spirit mountain pack has put their main focus on being the strongest pack in the country. It has become tradition that the alpha rules with an iron fist. Frequent and grueling training sessions were required for all packs members starting at age 5. The training started out easy focusing on defensive and conditioning techniques. The training would steadily become more difficult with each passing year. On top of everything else only behavior that the alpha deemed acceptable was allowed, there was no drama allowed and anyone who made a scene or did anything the alpha s