War Moon の小説・ストーリー

Tenny rattled off with a huge amount of enthusiasm. “No, I’m not going,” Santiago was barely hearing Tenny’s voice as he strained to focus his ears on the words that the lush, pink lips were saying on the screen. “This club is kickin’. It is absolutely chock full of young, delicious co-eds and get this…they have to come wearing a bikini top or they can’t get in!” Tenny Rodriguez was a werewolf just like Santiago and they’d known each other their whole lives. Even though Tenny was from another pack, they'd always gotten along and his friend didn't hold it against him when he'd abandoned his ancient duty for a relatively human existence.

I walked back over to my seat, leaning my elbows down on my knee. “Okay, I am listening,” I say wiping my hand down my face. “The moon goddess told your mother that your sister would need a strong and powerful mate to help protect her from the evil that would try to use her, to stand by her side.” He began to explain, “Her mate would be the future Alpha of her pack. Alone they are strong but together, they will be able to stop the evil forces that will becoming for our world. These rouge attacks aren’t random, they are looking for the Moon’s Luna, the wolf blessed by the moon goddess herself. She will have some power when she shifts, but once she mates and is marked with her mate, both of

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

The Moon Goddess, a celestial embodiment of grace and power, greeted the werewolves with a gentle smile. Alpha Jake and Luna Mara, overwhelmed by the divine aura, dropped to their knees along with the entire pack, paying homage to the deity who governed their lives. "Alpha Jake, Luna Mara," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice a melodic cadence that resonated through the hearts of all present. "You are under my divine protection, and your union is blessed." Alpha Jake and Luna Mara exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude and joy. "Thank you, Moon Goddess," Alpha Jake spoke, his voice a mixture of humility and appreciation. "We are honored by your blessing."

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

I have to save my pack members first. My pack members. It sounded so amazing. Not only did I find a pack that accepts me, I became their Luna. I have to protect them, if that's the last thing I do before leaving this world. I thought about seeing the Moon goddess but ever since she joined Jasmine and I, she hasn't called me back into the garden. On the other hand, I don't want to see her because it would mean leaving my mate for some days. It would mean leaving the pack at the hands of the enemy since he'd be vunerable.

I summoned the power of the wind, creating a swirling ball of air that mixed the items in the bowl. Raising my hand, I drew fire from the torches, combining its energy with the wind. The entire sphere ignited, and like a wave, our web of connections turned golden. Our bond was forged to last. I closed my eyes and sent another wave of love to all our pack members—wolves and witches alike. “We are one. We are the Silver Moon Magic Pack, and we care for all our members, whether they are wolves, witches, or anyone else,” I declared resolutely, leaving no room for dispute.

he said. "I know." "And one that requires his formal release if you want to," "I know, Marcus." He was quiet for a moment. Then: "The protection ward is real. Whatever that means in their law, it's real it's written in a way that means they take it seriously. If this holds, no one from their world touches you without going through him." He tapped the corner of the top page with one finger. "Victoria Moretti would have to declare open war on the Vasari bloodline to come near you."

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

The moon hung low over the Moonspire, heavy with promise, casting long, silver shadows across the courtyard. Inside the expansive war room, usually reserved for the most critical of pack decisions, the air pulsed with a fierce, barely contained energy. Ariya stood at the head of the long oak table, tracing her fingers across the carved map laid across its polished surface. The map was not just a physical representation of their territory, but a living, breathing entity, marked by the blood and tears of her pack. To her right, Ember stood, arms folded, eyes sharp and unblinking, her presence a silent anchor. To her left, Maelin adjusted the black band around her wrist, a nervous habit, her ga