The Cruelest Month Mga Nobela at Kwento

I made sure word of it never crossed my gates. “And?” I demanded, sitting up straighter in my chair. Morteus opened the ancient tome. “It’s the curse of the Blood Moon Alpha. On the seventh blood moon, you are expected to shift into a lycan and inevitably run mad from the experience. Your lycan state will run berserk for two months and then begin to atrophy until you shrivel to death.” My world tilted, my heart roared in my ears, my sight doubled in shock but my voice was strong as I said, “Continue.”

“Well, I heard you entered the dungeon on the 24th. Please don’t ever do that again. You could have gotten hurt if the full moon hadn’t come down quickly.” Even though everyone said it, I still didn’t think the full moon came down that fast. “Okay, I won’t. The curse wouldn’t strike again until next year, and by that time, the contract must have been over.” She shook her head. “The curse strikes every 24th of the month, but the 24th of December is usually the most disastrous, and that is why I still find it surprising that you survived.” My eyes widened. “Every 24th?!”

It is April 30th, 2031 at exactly 11:50 pm. All the students in the Academy were all gathered in the garden of transformation, and power, waiting for the Celtic moon. The Celtic moon of April is also known as, the moon of awakening. It always occurs once in 10 years. The moon is the strongest of all in the werewolves, and vampires clan. It was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky so clear you could almost see every crater.

I am tired of it all, I don't know what else to do. Walking along the street like an homeless dog, eveything seems so harsh and cossy. I don't even know whom to approach. This period, I am facing the toughest part of my life. It is so harsh and I could feel the sting in my bones. I know I can't stay in the mansion for now. The Alpha is indeed not by my side and if things are going like this, everywhere won't be alright. I just have to do the needful and all will be fine. This time, I understand there is no going back.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

Overnight, he went from a rich, pampered heir sitting high above everyone else to an outcast they all wanted to see crushed. How could he possibly accept that? To his shock, Caitlin didn't even glance his way before rolling up the window. "My hand!" Shane's fingers were caught in the window, blood seeping out. At the sound of his scream, Caitlin finally looked at him properly. "Our history together? Shane, I want nothing more than to kill you right now," she said with a cruel smirk. The window nearly severed Shane's fingers entirely. In the end, all ten of his fingers were crushed to splinters.

The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the night, my voice revibrating through the world. ** Max's P.O.V (Irana's brother) I tighten my hold on the pencil at the sound of the wolves howling. Weeks ago I'd loved the sound of the wolves singing, I'd lay in bed at night, listening to them cry into the night, each wolf playing a different role in the song. Now, I cringed against the sound, almost crippled with the pain that goes through me. I glance towards the window but I knew I wouldn't see the murderous wolves outside. Pain stabs at my chest, prickles over my skin, filling me with hatred.

Daring her to strike me down and bearing my teeth, my wolf was just as pissed over the day we've had, as much as I am. The moon was cruel tonight. She did us wrong and fucked us over. "The woman I love cheated on me!" I shout into the empty cellar. No matter how many times I say it out loud, it makes me sick, my stomach twisting and churning. How do you compartmentalize all those emotions? The Thoughts? The feelings? Moon fucked. That's what I am. When you have an unlucky hunt under the full moon - we call it moon fucked. Or the pups call it moon-jinxed.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

I have fought ever since then. "It is all over now. You are one of the Alphas. You are strong and you are ahead." Reign's words were reassuring but I knew better. We knew better. Reign pressed her lips to mine and I tasted her sweet strawberry shortcake and vanilla. The perfect combination for Ghost. "It does not happen like that Luna. When the moon is at its fullest and our kind are at their highest strength, when enemies stay away for fear, we are prey because of our demise and depend on those we protect for protection in the month-long drag of the effects of doomsday." Dante spoke with so much sadness the atmosphere contacted it.