Till The End Of The Moon Characters Novels & Stories

And now with only few seconds left I want to ask moon goddess Just why did you end everything when Ezra and I were so near the light at the end of the tunnel. Why did you ended everthing when something was just getting started? I still see those silver eyed staring at me and I still wonder only one thing "Why her?"

“Not yet.” The crimson moon above them suddenly darkened further. Almost black now. The first Moon-born looked upward sharply. And real fear filled her face. “Midnight is ending.” The High Enforcer stiffened. “What happens after midnight?” The woman’s voice nearly broke. “The final choice.” Kael immediately moved beside Lira again despite the shadows. “We already made our choice.” “No,” the first Moon-born whispered. “You haven’t understood the cost yet.” The ground beneath the battlefield split apart completely.

My spirit howled inside me, clawing to rise, but the silver burned through its voice. By the time the patrol found me and dragged me into the ambulance, my pulse was fading, my wolf already half-severed from my body. The healers reached out through the pack-link, begging for my family to come—just to say goodbye before the bond between body and wolf snapped forever. But Rowan was with Voss Voss that night, attending the Moon Council banquet. When the call came through their mental link, he silenced it, not wanting “pack business” to ruin the evening.

— Tom, one of the last remaining sentinels from his father's leadership, asked. — It is, — Lían replied without hesitation. — Annette is human, — he added in a tone that left no room for doubt, — but if Mother Moon chose her as my mate, it means she's not just an ordinary human. — As he spoke those words, Lían fixed his gaze on his mate and couldn't help but let a sweet smile appear when he once again saw the beautiful blue of her eyes. — Now, she belongs to this pack as my mate and as your Luna.

And the moon agreed! THE END!!! Thank you to everyone who supported this book. This is the final chapter!

“I need to see her.” He turned to go. I called gently. “Killian.” He paused. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything. And... goodbye.” His brow furrowed. “Don’t talk like that. I’ll be back. I have something to tell you.” Then he was gone. I stood. Unwrapped the bandages from my wrists. My wolf, already frayed, whispered her last breath inside me. The bond’s light was fading. Eight minutes left. That was all the Moon had granted me.

The moon was still high in the sky and seemed even more red and ominous than normal. Jaxon falls to his knees as he begins to weep for the only family he had left. The last of his family and the last of their bloodline. "Search for any other survivors." His shoulders sag and shake as he tries to control his termoil. His people are turned to allow their Alpha some privacy as he mourned. They began crying as well, everyone loved Emma.

"You see, Kaima, the Moon needs more than just 'Emotion' now. It needs 'Conclusion.' The energy released when a soul is permanently deleted is enough to power the Lunar City for a decade." He sat down and crossed his legs. "We’re not just making a show anymore. We’re harvesting the 'End.' And the Shareholders love an ending. They love to watch the lights go out." An Adjuster stepped forward. He wasn't holding a camera. He was holding a long, jagged blade made of red glass. He walked toward Rowan, the blade humming with a low, deadly frequency. "No," I whispered. I looked at the pencil in my hand. I remembered what the Author said. *You don't have to write a world. You just have to write the

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

He looked… relieved. His hand tightened on the dagger. He twisted. The pain arrived like lightning. White. Blinding. Her knees buckled. His grip on her shoulder held her in place. “The Moon demands blood, Arielle,” he murmured at her ear. His tone was almost gentle. Almost. “And you are the perfect lamb.” Heat poured down her torso. Blood soaked the front of the dress. Red on white. No one screamed. No one rushed the altar. The guests watched. Still.