The Cruelest Month Novels & Stories

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.

Trisha likes to think of them as the sun and moon duo. Rain was just like him, but Moon turned like his grandmother. And deep down, all of them know that their moon is an Omega. It's rare for a man to be an Omega. According to research, the last Omega was born some hundred years ago. That's the reason why the Jonathan family always gave Moon a pithy look, and that's the reason why they all always try to protect their baby .

Adrit sighed turning around to face the window and ravenous sky. Blood red moon gleamed in the ink darkness, endless strech of dullness that even the twinkling diamonds spread across the vast dimension of eternity, scurried away witnessing it's furious, hurt and sad, demonic and devilish form...the essence of platinum tranquility submerged herself into the sea of gore showcasing her wrath for the two evils hell bent to destroy a ball of innocence, a flower not yet completely bloomed, before that, unfortunately it is caught in the hands of wicked beings to get trampled!

"I know. You don't want Alexander to know what really happened eight moons ago. Don't worry, I'll take this secret to my grave." My words made her break down completely. Eight moons ago, the Silver Moon Pack was at its weakest. Alexander's father, driven to despair by rival packs, jumped from Moon's Peak. In an instant, the once-glorious Silver Moon Pack was left struggling for survival. Everyone knew how deeply I loved Alexander. So, when disaster struck, his mother came to my father's territory, begging me to accept the mate bond with him. She stood outside my den for three days and three nights.

The Blood Moon pack was governed by a ruthless Alpha named Crane. The only difference between Crane and the Mad Alpha was that one had the decency to conceal their cruelty. I didn’t trust him—not one bit, but I didn’t have to. We both wanted the same thing, so I’d have to trust that our aligned goals would be enough. Crane walked in, hands tucked in his pocket. His hair, lined with grey strands, even though he was only in his late thirties.

She thought surely that the Moon Goddess was not that cruel. Crystal put up with the abuse in the hopes she would find her mate. She knew that would be the only way she would be free. Over the years, she lost hope. Andrew got worse because her father didn’t pass alpha to him when he turned eighteen. She was now twenty-one and used to the abuse her brother gave. On this day, she felt something different. She was kept locked in her room because another alpha was coming. Alpha Killian of Blood Moon was notorious for his cruel ways. She thought it best to stay far away from others and stay in her room. Her father might give her to him, and her prison would never end.

I cleared my throat and try to change the topic. “As we know the witches were going to attack on us on the blood moon.” Blood moon was the time during which we she-wolves experienced the heat and are most vulnerable. The pain sometimes is so unbearable that some us tried to kill ourselves to stop the pain. The heat is most painful for the unmated she-wolves. Clearly the witches were wicked enough to attack us during this time. “We have three days to prepare ourselves, prepare ourselves for the war. I have already talked to other packs and they are on their way but they won’t be here till the blood moon. So, we are on ourselves.”

The moon was a bruised, heavy crimson, hanging over the Silver Moon Pack like a warning. For most, the Blood Moon was a night of sacred celebration, the time when fated bonds were finally revealed and the future of the pack was secured. For me, Elara Vance, it was supposed to be the night my life truly began.

I smiled. “Where is Alpha Draco anyway?” I asked curiously. “He went on a long vacation. It was surprising actually. He just took off and never told anyone.” I was silent. I didn’t need to know more. Finally, Hazel began to speak. “The Omen Moon is actually a very important time during the Lycan Calendar. The moon is red and during this time, rejection of mates is forbidden. Doing so will place an irredeemable curse on the defaulter.”

24 Three months ago, a small pack known as the Fire Crescent pack suffered a brutal massacre. The attack occurred at dawn, under the light of the full moon. The pack's members consisted of seasoned warriors and some of their elders had even led in major wars in the past. It was hard to believe that such an established and respected pack, known for its historical contributions, would become the target of such a horrific assault.