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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 17 - The Verdict
Selena’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing is clear—she’s in way over her head. This isn’t just about Demika or Charmaine anymore. This is about her, about them, and the dangerous path they’re both treading.“Wilson…” she starts, but he cuts her off with another kiss, more urgent this time, as if he’s trying to drown out the doubts in her mind.She responds in kind, her hands tangling in his hair as she gives in to the emotions she’s been fighting for so long. This is madness, but it’s a madness that consumes her, that pulls her under until she’s drowning in it.When they break apart again, Wilson’s expression is fierce, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that makes her knees weak.“You belong to me, Selena,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you’re mine.”His words send a thrill through her, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration. She knows she should push him away, should fight the pull he has on her, but she can’t. She do
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 18 - The Execution
The execution ground is a somber place, hidden deep within the woods that encircle the Redbone pack’s territory. Ancient trees loom overhead, their twisted branches casting long shadows that dance on the ground like specters. The air is thick with anticipation, the kind that makes the skin prickle and the heart race. It is a place where blood has been spilled for centuries, where justice—or what passes for it in this brutal world—has been meted out without mercy.The council members gather in a semicircle around the clearing, their faces etched with a mix of solemnity and grim resolve. Alpha Wilson, the undisputed leader of the Redbone pack, stands at the center, his presence commanding and unyielding. His broad shoulders are draped in a cloak of dark fur, a symbol of his dominion, and his eyes, a piercing shade of greenish gold, scan the assembly with an intensity that brooks no challenge.Beside him stands Jason Wayde, his right-hand man and executioner. Jason is a formidable figure
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 19 - Retribution
Alpha Wilson raises his hand, the signal that the execution is to begin. The clearing falls silent, the only sound is the rustling of leaves in the wind. Jason steps forward, his eyes locked on the Omega, his blade gleaming in the dim light. The Omega does not flinch, does not beg for mercy. He stands tall, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fixed on Selena.“Retribution is a blade forged in the fires of justice, yet wielded by the hands of those with patience and precision. It is not the frenzied slash of revenge, but the calculated strike that waits in the shadows, allowing time to sharpen its edge. True retribution is not blind, but rather it sees with clarity the scales of wrongs and rights, balancing them with an even hand. It is a force that does not seek to merely satisfy the thirst for vengeance, but to restore the equilibrium that was disturbed. It knows that in the act of retribution, the lesson lies not only for the one who receives the blow but also for the o
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 20 - Ambivalence
But before the Omega can reach her, a blur of movement streaks across the clearing. Valentine, moving with the preternatural speed of his kind, intercepts the Omega in mid-air. The impact is brutal, the force of it sending the Omega crashing to the ground. Valentine doesn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he rips the Omega apart, his strength far surpassing that of any werewolf.The clearing falls into stunned silence, the air thick with the scent of blood. The Omega’s body lies in pieces on the ground, his final move thwarted in the blink of an eye. Valentine stands over the remains, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes still dark with the intensity of the moment.Selena is frozen in place, her mind reeling from the suddenness of it all. She stares at Valentine, her heart pounding in her chest, a mixture of shock and relief flooding through her. He had saved her life—there is no doubt about that. But the violence of his actions, the sheer power he had displayed, leaves her breath
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 21 - The Aftermath
The night hangs heavy over Clovis City, a shroud of darkness pierced only by the faint glimmers of light from distant windows. The air is thick with the scent of blood, the memory of violence still fresh, lingering like a specter over the town. Justice has been served, but the cost of that justice echoes in the hearts of those who remain.In the Robinson household, the atmosphere is tense. Mrs. Robinson, her hands trembling, paces the length of the living room, her mind racing with thoughts of the day’s events. Mr Robinson sits in silence, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace. The Omega’s execution, the swift and brutal end delivered by Valentine’s hands, plays over and over in their minds, each memory more vivid than the last.“Why attack Selena?” Mrs. Robinson whispers, breaking the silence that has settled between them like a suffocating blanket. “I think there’s a conspiracy somewhere… someone is after her life.” Her voice is thin, almost fragile, as though it
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 22 - The Percys
Across town, in the stately mansion that the Percys call home, Dr. Percy Adams sits in his study, his mind far from the present. The events of the day have stirred old memories, long buried beneath centuries of careful control. He stares out the window, his thoughts drifting back to a time when his family was hunted, when survival was a daily battle.His wife, Maria, enters the room silently, her presence grounding him in the here and now. She moves to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” she asks softly, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled thoughts.Percy nods, his gaze still distant. “She was our closest ally,” he says, his voice tinged with sadness. “But she let the hunger consume her. I couldn’t save her.”Maria’s hand tightens on his shoulder, a silent show of support. “You saved us,” she reminds him. “And that’s what matters.”He turns to look at her, his eyes filled with centuries of pain and regret. “But at what cost?”
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 23 - Vampyre - The Origin
The night air of Clovis City was thick with a sense of foreboding. The scent of pine and damp earth filled the atmosphere, mingling with the subtle undertones of fear that had permeated the city since the arrival of the vampyres. It was a night like any other, yet it carried with it the weight of centuries of secrecy, danger, and the eternal dance between life and death.Dr. Percy Adam, a man who defied time itself, stood at the edge of the city’s forest, gazing into the dense darkness as if searching for something long lost. His face, handsome and eerily serene, betrayed no emotion, but his mind raced with memories of distant lands and the countless lives he had lived.Garten Eden in Zurich was their final sanctuary, a haven where the distinguished vampyres of true nobility sought refuge after fleeing their ancestral home in Falaise—the birthplace of William the Conqueror, the first Vampire, the Original, and the progenitor of them all. Falaise, a fortified town crowned with a formid
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 24 - Migration
The Percy family was not alone in their quest for a new home. Four other vampyre families, each with their own dark histories and burdens, had also sought refuge in Clovis City. They had once lived in relative harmony in the secluded mountains of Switzerland, far from the prying eyes of humanity. But, like the Percys, they had been driven from their homes by the growing suspicions of the mortal world.These families, unlike the Percys, struggled with the temptation of human blood. It was a constant battle, one that many of them had lost more than once. Yet, under Percy’s guidance, they had managed to curb their darker impulses—at least for the time being. Clovis City had become their last hope, a place where they could start anew under the protection of an unspoken truce between the werewolves and the lone vampyre who had earned their respect.The leader of the other newcomers was Anton Vladimirovich, a vampyre of noble Russian descent. He was a formidable figure, tall and broad-shoul
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 127 - The Continuum
The soft knock at the cottage door rouses Demika from the depths of her trance, her heart racing as she emerges from the haze of memories—memories not her own, yet as vivid and haunting as any she has ever known.Morning light seeps in, streaking the dim room with harsh lines that cut through the shadows, marking the end of her night of revelation. She blinks at the sunlight with a slight start, realizing, only now, that she has been suspended in the remnants of the past for hours. Selena’s voice reaches her ears, carrying both worry and curiosity."Demi… Demika," Selena says, pushing the door open and stepping inside. She stops, eyes widening as she takes in her friend, studying her with a blend of disbelief and awe. “You look... different.”A faint smirk tugs at the corner of Demika’s lips. “I am different,” she says quietly, her voice carrying an edge of something ancient, something foreign. “You have no idea.”Selena glances over her shoulder as Chloe enters, her expression one of
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 126 - Toying with the Past
The witching hour wraps Clovis City in a cloak of shadows, its darkness laced with whispers of secrets and spells unspoken. Within the flickering light of her grandmother’s old cottage, Demika sits, her eyes gleaming with the fervor of a newfound obsession. Power—a current now thrumming through her veins like molten metal—spills over her senses, intoxicating, consuming. She yearns to explore its limits, to delve deeper into the legacy left in her blood, one that has made her the most formidable in her lineage. Tonight, her thirst for mastery borders on ravenous; no knowledge, no spell, no secret can escape her.But first, she indulges in a bit of mischief. Her curiosity drifts to Chloe, her love interest, and she murmurs an incantation under her breath, fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. She plunges herself into the past, her spirit slicing through the veil of time, her consciousness landing centuries ago.She arrives to find a silver-haired, pint-sized vampire toddling unstea
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 125 - The Legacy
The days bleed into one another in a dim cadence of restless hours and unbroken silence, with Demika hidden away in the secluded corners of Minama’s cottage. The air within these walls is thick, a heavy shroud of mourning still tinged with Granny Minama’s spirit, even though her presence now lingers as only shadows and echoes.Demika clings to her solitude like a lifeline, guarding it fiercely within the shadows of Granny Minama’s cottage. This sanctuary, thick with ancestral whispers and cloaked in twilight, is her one remaining tether to the world before her transformation.Her days bleed into nightfall, melting into each other as she consumes herself with a single focus: to probe the surge of power that crashed into her like a tempest the night her grandmother’s body was lowered into the earth. This power is unlike anything she has ever felt—ancient, electric, and dangerous, thrumming beneath her skin like a pulse with its own fierce will.By the muted glow of candlelight, Demika l
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 124 - Impetus Potentiae
Loneliness is a silent architect, building castles of solitude in the minds of those who wander without tether. Identity is a dance of masks, but in crisis, the mask slips, revealing not clarity but a fog, as if one were peering through glass, shattered and smeared. However, to lose oneself is not to wander; it is to walk through a foreclosure of one’s own soul, each familiar landmark of self closing its doors with a hollow thud. But solitude is the truest mirror, a place where whispers echo louder than the clamors of a crowd, where silence is the only faithful companion. In the heart’s quiet corridors, the comfort of isolation mingles with a cold draft of longing, one that no borrowed company can fill. Like a shadow dancing in one’s periphery, a fractured sense of belonging haunts the fringes of an empty room. And yet, perhaps loneliness is the sculptor, and solitude the chisel, whittling away the superfluous to reveal the form beneath. Some seek company to escape it; others confro
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 123 - Shadowed Returns
The night drapes itself in a humid cloak, thick and cloying, clinging to every surface and casting a fremescent tension that prickles the skin as Jason waits in the dim warmth of his apartment. After the long, solemn hours of Granny Minama's funeral, he can still feel the weight of Wilson’s directive pressing upon him, a derisive whisper urging him to slip the truth from Gabrielle without alerting her to his intent. The assignment is deceptively simple, yet Jason knows the fine line he walks: one misstep, one hint of calculation, and her walls will go up.She arrives just past midnight, her silhouette framed by the streetlight outside before stepping into the flickering glow of his candlelit living room. Shadows dance along cluttered shelves, over worn furniture, and around the dark corners of the room, painting an almost ominous scene. Jason greets her with a kiss, his hand grazing her cheek as their eyes meet, hers soft and trusting, unknowing of his hidden purpose.In that moment,
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 122 - Funeral Blues
The day of the funeral arrives like a storm, heavy and oppressive. The city gathers to mourn Granny Minama, but underneath the sorrow, there’s an undercurrent of tension that none can deny.The heavy pall of dusk hangs over Clovis City like a suffocating shroud, the air thick with grief and expectation. The first-class cemetery of Clovis, a sacred ground reserved for the most venerated dead, stretches out in eerie silence. An endless sea of black fills the space—from the mourners’ attire to the casket, a sleek, dark vessel that houses the lifeless body of Granny Minama, a revered elder, and council member. Her death has cast a shadow over the city, the kind that seeps into the bones of every person present.The council members of Clovis City gather, their ranks swollen with power and dominance, the Alphas of every pack standing side by side, their rivalry momentarily buried in a shared mourning. Wilson Smith, Alpha of Alphas, stands near the center of the procession, his sharp eyes sc
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 121 - Heartache
In Demika’s apartment, Selena stares out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and heartache. She hasn’t spoken to Wilson in days, and every moment of silence between them feels like a blade slicing deeper into her. The truth about Lucas Smith still burns in her veins like venom, poisoning her thoughts. Her love for Wilson remains—undeniable, unyielding—but how can she reconcile that with the knowledge that his father is the reason her own father perished in such a gruesome, horrific manner?She had imagined Talon Takoda’s death a thousand times in her mind since the revelation. The blood, the pain, the betrayal. And now, every time she closes her eyes, it’s all she can see."You need to rest, Lena," Gabrielle’s voice comes from behind her. Her sister—though not by blood—sits on the edge of Demika’s bed, offering a weak smile of comfort. "You’ve been running yourself ragged. Demika will understand if you take a break."Selena shakes her head. "I can’t rest. Not while every
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 120 - Trouble in Paradise
Wilson paces the length of his study, every creak of the wooden floor mirroring the slow boil of anger and frustration under his skin. It's been over a week since he last saw Selena, and the void her absence has carved in his heart festers like an open wound. The bond they share—ancient, eternal—crackles like a chain stretched too tight, pulling him toward her, but she remains just out of reach. Every attempt to contact her has been met with silence. He tells himself it’s because she’s mourning with Demika over Granny Minama’s death, but he knows it’s more than that.The night air carries an ominous chill through the streets of Clovis City, as the faint howl of a distant wind echoes like a warning. For over a week now, Wilson's heart has been an abyss of torment. The silence between them claws at his soul like a festering wound. He stands at his office window in the Pack House, staring into the mist that rolls across the hills. A crescent moon looms overhead, casting an eerie glow upo
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 119 - Echoes in the Dark
The early night moon hangs confidently in the dusky sky, a lone range satellite breaching a balance between the sinister dark horizon and a forlorn hope. The chaotic air clings to Selena’s skin as she steps out of the dimly lit inn, her heart heavy with a kaleidoscope of emotions she can scarcely untangle—her body drained but her mind reeling with an inescapable ache. Estranged. That’s what she feels now—a ghost haunting a family that isn’t hers by blood.The streets are buzzing, but the cacophony of life feels distant, muted under the weight of her turbulent thoughts. Her breath escapes in shallow, uneasy bursts as she recalls the words Mrs. Robinson had spoken to her the previous day. "You might not be my blood, but you are still my little girl, Selena. No sinister revelation will ever change that." The words had soothed her for a fleeting moment, but now, standing on the threshold between the inn’s warmth and the creeping dusk, that comfort fades into oblivion.Mrs. Robinson. Mr. R
