When The Night Falls By Nureyluna นิยาย & เรื่องราว

— The wind howled through the trees, sweeping the fallen leaves into chaotic spirals beneath the towering trunks. The full moon hung high above, casting a cold, silver light on the forest floor, illuminating the tense faces of Seraphina and Luca. There was an electric charge in the air, as if nature itself held its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.

“I need you alive.” A distant howl sliced through the night. Not a wolf’s. Something darker. Something is wrong. Elena’s instincts flared. “Did you feel that?” she asked. Zephyr nodded. “That wasn’t the Council.” The ground trembled faintly. From deep within the forest, glowing red eyes appeared between the trees — dozens of them. Then a low, monstrous voice echoed: “The Moonborn Luna will fall.” Elena’s power surged violently. Her twins cried out in their tent. And Zephyr stepped in front of her without hesitation. “Looks like the forbidden night just became a battlefield,” he said grimly.

A gasp tore from her. The entity’s warning echoed faintly. Your paths may cross. But not without cost. Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she knew he could not hear. She forced herself to turn away. The worlds needed her. And if she lingered too long, she might unravel completely. On the fifth night, the sky finally shuddered. Lucien stood at the border of Nightfall, watching the horizon, when a tremor rippled through the stars. A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be.

The moment Nina got home from the Luna ceremony, she passed out. The ceremony had been very tiring for her so the moment she was able to completely relax and lay back, she fell asleep. Rogan could only silently shake his head at the scene and laugh softly. Lyra and Azura came forward to help Nina change out of costume but Rogan motioned for them to leave.

And something ancient is beginning to turn beneath the snow. A ripple passes through the wards of the Nightfall Range. A whisper, almost too faint to notice. A stirring of old power that should have stayed asleep. By dawn… the balance of this land will shift. By dawn… a girl no one ever looked at twice will stand on the edge of destiny. By dawn…..the Shadow Luna will take her first breath. ___________________ Emara Dell POV Moon Rite Amphitheater The Moon Rite amphitheater always made me feel like a speck of dust.

“I’m not a weapon. I’m not the end of a war.” She stood. Shaky, but standing. “I’m Luna. And I decide what I end. And what I start.” Valen’s smile was slow. Proud. Terrifying. “We’ll see, daughter.” Nights in the Blood Moon Court were worse than days. The three moons sang. Literally. A low, haunting song that crawled into your dreams. Luna didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw red. Damian didn’t sleep either. He sat by the window, watching the courtyard. Watching Valen.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

Chapter 125 Ronan’s POV The night was quiet, but not in a way that brought me peace. Selene had fallen asleep on the bed, our newborn resting in the crook of her arm. The baby’s soft breaths filled the room, tiny chest rising and falling, his little fist curled against Selene’s nightdress.

--- That Night The moon hung high and full, its light a ghostly silver as Aria rode through the ancient forest toward the ruins of the Eclipse Temple. The shadows stretched long, whispering secrets through the leaves. Nia rode beside her, stoic and watchful, with three elite warriors flanking their path. The ruins appeared as a circle of broken pillars wrapped in ivy, the remnants of a temple that had not been touched in centuries. As they dismounted, the wind shifted, and Aria felt something stir beneath her skin—like a memory returning after lifetimes asleep.

“2266 31st of November Enara Ruille of Lunara City of the Moon is hereby executed for violating 220 rules, codes, and laws of Lunara, thereby making her a persona non grata of the City of Moon, which is punishable by death. Therefore, she will be executed from the blade that hovered above her.” The guard rolled the parchment on his hands and walked away. Rana stood below where the blade hung above her. She didn’t look above anymore. She closed her eyes in grim anticipation.