War Moon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Helios growls as we charge towards the closest pack, which is a small pack called Sun Moon. It was established not long ago by surviving wolves wanting to be closer to Riverstone and has done surprisingly well. The battle-hardened wolves might be small in number, but their skills are impressive.

MYRA/ SELENE Darkness surrounded me, suffocating me. Then came the pain: sharp and devastatingly familiar, piercing through my back while the blade was being twisted deeper and deeper. I was reliving it again. The nightmare that never seemed to leave me alone. The memory crashed over me, every detail as vivid as if it were happening all over again. I was Selene again, standing in my own chambers on what should have been the happiest night of my life. Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day. Tomorrow, I was supposed to become Luna of the SilverClaw pack.

She looked incredibly small. Sarah observed the hollows carving into Tracy’s cheekbones. She noted the translucent, fragile quality of her skin and the faint, unmistakable scent of a fading wolf that clung to the air. Sarah had lived a long time. She had seen the ravages of war, the scars of rogue attacks, and the quiet, devastating rot of a broken mate bond. She knew the signs of Lunar Decay. She knew it was a death sentence.

“So, what do you suggest I do? Engage in a fight with her? Try to prove myself, my worth just to get her to back off? I'm exhausted from fighting a meaningless battle. Fighting to claim what should have been mine long before this became toxic and competitive!” Freya's eyes glowed with maybe pride, or something else. But definitely not anger. “Then, you shouldn’t fight for it. Rather, you should become one—a Luna isn’t one to beg around for recognition. She commands every room that she enters. You are the Moon Crowned, take your position and act like it.” Her words were raw, but pure truth. “How will I do that? And what if I fail?” I whispered. She hesitated before answering. “If anything goe

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.

A gut feeling is what humans call it! Alpha Phoenix, the leader of our "Blue Moon pack" that worshiped the Blue Moon, hence the name, had two children; a daughter called Diana and a son called Gray who had yet to take over since he had not found his mate; soulmate that is. Every single wolf has a soulmate, in short another half made just for them. We usually find our mates when we turn eighteen years old and a wolf born into Alpha status like Gray cannot take the ruling position until they have a mate or old Alpha dies. That is why Mara, the daughter of the most loyal Beta of our pack, is his mate-to-be. If he does not find his true mate by twenty-five, he gets betrothed to a female worthy o

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

Rowan's POV The warm air of the study filled the air, the soft flickering lamp illuminated the room as the soft flipping sound of papers disturbed the silence. My eyes scanned the scroll thoroughly, unable to really grasp what it meant. “A moon born Omega?” I raised an eyebrow. It said here about an old legend of the Moon born Omega, born once every thousand years, believed to be capable of a lot more than being just blessed by the mood goddess. This was new, and really interesting.

He mumbled. I have heard of those before, but they were associated with the Moon Goddess myths. They couldn’t be done by normal Werewolfs. “Do you have a new horse here?” Jaden asked. I sure did. Thanks to Red Moon. “Why?” “Realms are triggered by either presence of the Moon goddess or Sorcery. I think it’s the last one this time.” He sighed. Sorry? Red Moon gave it to me so…

"I’ve got a score to settle with that place. I’m coming with you." I looked at them. The rogue Alpha and the broken mercenary. It was a desperate plan. A mad plan. But as I felt the baby kick, a strong, rhythmic thud against my ribs, I knew it was the only play we had left. "When?" I asked. "The New Moon is still three days out," Ashren said. "It’s the darkest night of the month. The Shadows will be strongest... but so will the Wolf." I nodded slowly. "Do it," I commanded. "Prepare the fleet. We’re going to war."