Tearmoon Empire Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

I muttered to myself as I rubbed my temples. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of negotiations and paperwork to try and convince the humans that it wasn’t the moontea that was the problem but rather their overconsumption of it, but it had finally paid off. The moontea trade was set to be reinstated between Moonrise and the human world, which would save Moonrise’s economy from collapse—and it would save our relationship, as well.

They came untouched, shooting their loads all over the throne steps while swallowing mine. We collapsed together on the throne — a sweaty, cum-covered, panting mess. My holes leaked their seed down my thighs. Their faces and chests were marked by me. Kain kissed my cock reverently. “The pack will smell us on you. They’ll know.” Darius licked cum from my breast. “Let them know. You’re our Luna now. Our owner. We’ll fuck you in this hall every full moon if you command it.” I leaned back on the throne, shy smile returning even as cum dripped from my body, and stroked their hair.

The joint empire, now recognized as a cosmic leader, played a pivotal role in fostering peace and cooperation across the vast cosmic expanse. As the united empire and Rome continued their cosmic journey, Maximus envisioned a grand celestial event—a cosmic celebration that would bring together beings from all realms. Conversations about this monumental occasion reverberated through the joint empire and beyond. Simple words like "cosmic unity celebration" and "interstellar festivity" sparked excitement and anticipation among citizens, marking a joyous moment on the cosmic calendar.

The sky was still a pale, sleepy gray when Emilia stood at her window, watching the Bloodmoon clan's territory slowly awaken. From afar, smoke curled from kitchens, laughter echoed faintly in the crisp morning air, and the scent of sweet herbs drifted up toward her room. It was the day of the Moon Festival. Emilia hadn't slept well.

“Tonight we burn the old banners. The Crimson Moon crest ends here. Tomorrow we raise the new one crescent alone. No wolf head. No crown. Only light.” Mira spoke again, softer this time. “And the children? They’ll ask why everything changed.” “Tell them the truth,” I answered. “Tell them a girl was broken here once. Tell them she came back whole. Tell them no one is ever truly thrown away if the Moon still sees them.” A hush followed the slow pull of air across the floorboards. Dust shifted where it passed. Up rose Thane. Step by step, he moved toward the top of the table no threat in his stride, just something held out. From stillness, motion came. Not force, but a gesture led him forward.

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.

“That’s none of your business. Also, you’d do well to remember that she is your future queen.” “Aye.” Mason looked out the window. “I meant no harm. I just don’t want you to lose your Pack because you have not yet taken a Queen and Mate. After all, the Blood Moon—” “Is quickly approaching. Yes, I’m quite aware.” I let out a deep breath. “But that’s not for another three months. There’s another full moon coming tomorrow night, and Brenna is a potential Luna.” That got Mason’s attention. “Seriously? How do you know?”

“That’s slower.” Amber smiled faintly. “But stronger in the long run.” Selene let out a quiet breath. “It also means trust-building.” Amber glanced at her. “We’ve done it before.” Selene nodded once. “We have.” That was true. They had built this territory not just through strength—but through consistency. Through proving that what they offered wasn’t control, but stability. Raymond straightened slightly. “Then we start small.” Amber’s gaze returned to the map. “A presence. Not a takeover.” Selene nodded. “I’ll prepare a scouting group.” Amber shook her head gently. “Not scouts.” Both of them looked at her.