Novelas y relatos de Under A New Moon

David I couldn't believe it, but it made so much sense. Trent looked up at the dark sky where barely a sliver of the moon was left in the sky. "And today is the perfect day to start. You know why?" "Because it's heading towards the new moon... It should be when the curse is the weakest." "Ten points." "You really think it's possible?" "I do," he said. "Come sit, and we'll start." "I should be exhausted, but I'm not."

Alpha Bran's POV From the balcony outside my office, I watched pack members moving through the territory below like a swarm of ants. Decorations covered every visible corner of the grounds. Lanterns were being hung between buildings. Fresh flowers lined the pathways. Children ran through the streets, carrying ribbons, laughing and singing the new moon nursery rhymes. The annual New Moon Celebration was only two days away. It was one of the few traditions that survived every generation. Unlike the full moon gatherings that honored strength and victory, the New Moon Celebration symbolized renewal. New beginnings. And new bonds.

ISABELLA’S POV The crescent moon hung thin and silver above the keep that night, but the sky around it had turned the color of fresh blood. A true blood moon. The pack called nights like this a time of rebirth, when the Goddess showed her crimson face and the veil between the worlds thinned to almost nothing. They filled the central courtyard under that strange red glow. Torches snapped and spat sparks into the darkness. Low chants rose from every throat, deep and steady, vibrating through my ribcage like a second heartbeat.

The forest at night feels like another world. By daylight, I’ve walked these same trails with Lucas and even on my own. The trees have always been steady companions, tall and constant. But tonight, under the cloak of shadows and silver moonlight, they seem alive. Their branches reach like arms, their shadows crawl across the damp earth, and every whisper of wind feels like it’s speaking directly to me.

NIKOLAI Early on Tuesday morning, I jumped into the hot shower before it was time to leave. They say a full moon can make one do crazy things. And in our culture, we were especially affected by the first full moon of the year—the wolf moon. It was days away. And there was no reason to believe that a sunrise couldn’t affect us much the same. Especially after having lived in persistent darkness for so long. I’d practically forgotten that there was a time in my life that I’d walked under the sun’s rays.

The scent of crushed pine needles, night-blooming jasmine, and anticipation hung heavy over the sacred clearing. Tonight, under the absolute brilliance of the supermoon, the Nightshade Pack was gathered in a sea of expectant faces. Torches flickered against the ancient stone pillars of the ritual grounds, casting long, dancing shadows across the crowd.

Only the steady удар of my feet against the dirt and the harsh sound of my breathing. Every step brought me closer to Damon. Every step also fed the storm building inside me. It felt like something large was pressing against my ribs, trying to claw its way out. The urge to break something, to hurt something, flashed through my mind before I could stop it. Nothing was going to block me from this conversation. A glance up at the sky made my stomach drop. No moon. Just darkness stretching wide overhead. New moon. The strongest night of the month for my kind. Of course it had to be tonight.

Even the bedding, the bed itself, and all the daily necessities had been blessed by the Moon Goddess during the full moon. Not only that, but Shane even arranged for an Omega named Leah Allen to take care of me. No one mentioned what had happened before I left. It was as if everything had returned to the way it once was. Shane and I were still the model couple of the pack. One day, I saw Shane kissing that Omega in the living room. That very night, my breathing turned chaotic. My emotions spiraled out of control, and my water broke early, and I gave birth to my daughter.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year