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Chapter 28 - A Frisky Entanglement
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 29 - Intrigues of Conspiracy
Memory’s a motherfucker—and as for justice… there ain’t no guarantee either, only the intrigues of conspiracy and the urge for survival entangled in a mocking embrace.Tension is always lurking…lurking at the darkside of the moon. The night is thick with tension as a storm brews in the distance, mirroring the brewing conspiracy that threatens to shatter the balance within the Redbone Pack and all of Clovis City.The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a pale, sickly light over the dense forest that encircles the pack's territory. Every shadow seems to conceal a hidden threat, every rustle of leaves a whisper of impending doom. The air is heavy, pregnant with the scent of blood and betrayal, as unseen forces maneuver in the dark, their motives sinister and hearts blackened by hatred and ambition, and the irrevocable drive for survival.Charmaine’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she dashes through the dense forest, her heart pounding in her chest. The air is thick with the scent of eart
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 30 - Justice and Wisdom
Back in Clovis City, the tension is palpable as the Redbone Pack prepares for what feels like the inevitable storm. Alpha Wilson sits in his study, the weight of recent events pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. The truth of Charmaine’s betrayal has been a bitter pill to swallow, made all the more painful by the history they share. Once, she was more than just a member of his pack—she was a companion, a confidante, a love interest of his. But those days are long gone, buried beneath the cold, hard reality of her treachery.Jason's investigation has uncovered the truth, a truth that has left her no choice but to flee and seek allies in the unlikeliest of places. The young guard, her cousin, could not withstand the brutal interrogation. His broken spirit and shattered body were testament to the lengths Jason would go to unearth the rot within the pack, for his Alpha and best friend. A single confession, wrung from the lips of a terrified boy, had sealed Charmaine’s fate.Wilson’s
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 31 - Loyalty Tested
In the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, the fires of conspiracy burn bright. Charmaine has ingratiated herself with the Hydra Pack, using her charm and cunning to weave a web of deceit that even Alpha Cortis cannot entirely unravel. She knows that the only way to secure her place in his ranks is to prove her worth, to show that she is not just a traitor but a valuable ally.Cortis watches her with a wary eye, his trust hard to earn and even harder to keep. He knows that she is dangerous, a viper in wolf’s clothing, but that would make them both kin since he is the Black Mamba, more dangerous even than a viper. They’ve have something in common after all, he also knows that she is his best chance he’s got to bring down Alpha Wilson and claim Clovis City for himself.“Charmaine,” he calls to her few days after she’d arrived the Mamba’s den, his voice echoing through the stone halls of his stronghold.She appears almost immediately, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and anticipat
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 32 - A Sinister Rediscovery
Demika stands in the twilight of granny Minama’s old house restively, bedeviled by the turbulence her new found mojo that seems too herculean a task to control. Her eyes narrowed as she stares out through the old window of her room gazing at the storm gathering on the horizon. The air is thick with the scent of rain, mingled with something else—something ancient, something powerful.Her heart pounds in her chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration that courses through her veins like a drug. The power is there again, simmering beneath her skin, a restless energy that crackles like static in the air around her. She has become with drawn from everyone else, not even her best friend, Selena, is a close confidante anymore… all she has now is Granny Minama.She clenches her fists, trying to contain it, but the effort is futile. It’s always futile. The power surges, burning through her like wildfire, setting her nerves ablaze with an intensity that both terrifies and thrills her. She c
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 33 - The Book of Shadows
The silence that follows is heavy, oppressive, as Demika struggles to process the information. She feels a cold knot of dread forming in her stomach, a sense of inevitability that she cannot shake off.“And the Book of Shadows?” she asks, her voice trembling.Granny Minama’s eyes narrow slightly. “The book survived the fire,” she admits, her tone cautious. “I locked it away, where it could do no more harm. But perhaps… perhaps it is time for you to study it. There may be something within its pages that can help you master your powers.”Demika’s heart skips a beat at the thought. The Book of Shadows, a tome of unimaginable power, within her reach. But Granny Minama’s next words send a chill down her spine.“Remember this, child,” the old woman warns, her voice stern. “As a Wicca, you must never allow the book to lure you into practicing black magic. The book is tainted, corrupted by the dark rituals your father performed. It will tempt you, draw you in with promises of power, but you m
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 34 - The Awakening
Three days pass, and Demika does not leave her room. The book is her constant companion, its pages filled with secrets that she is determined to uncover. She practices the spells, the incantations, the rituals, each one more dangerous than the last.The power within her grows with each passing day, feeding on the dark magic that she is learning. She can feel it changing her, twisting her, making her into something she does not recognize. But she does not care. All that matters is the power, the control, the thrill of knowing that she is no longer bound by the limitations of the mortal world.Granny Minama knocks on her door, her voice filled with concern. “Meenu, child, you must eat. You must rest.”But Demika ignores her, too consumed by the book, by the power. She has no need for food, for sleep. The power sustains her, drives her, fills her with a purpose that she has never known before.She stands before the mirror, her reflection almost unrecognizable. Her eyes are darker, her sk
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 35 - A New Horizon
The household of the Robinsons stands as a quaint cottage, tranquilly small but exuding a certain grace that belies its modest size. The walls are adorned with climbing ivy, its leaves a deep green that contrasts beautifully with the whitewashed exterior. The roof, shingled with aged wood, slopes gently, giving the cottage an almost storybook charm. Inside, the warmth of a well-loved home is evident in every corner, from the worn but polished wooden floors to the soft, earthy tones that decorate the space. The air is always filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread or the faint scent of lavender that Mrs. Jackie Robinson so diligently sprinkles around.Mr. John Robinson, Selena's father, is a figure of quiet authority. A respected district leader at Laketown, he holds a position that, while lowly ranked within the Redbone Pack, commands a significant degree of respect among the townsfolk. His leadership is marked by fairness and an unyielding sense of duty, qualities tha
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 36 - A Chance Meeting
The morning sun spills through the wide windows of the Coffee Shop Inn, casting a golden hue over the teeming scene within. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sounds of clinking cups and quiet conversations. Behind the counter, Selena moves with practiced ease, her thoughts only half on the orders she’s filling. It’s busy, but her mind is elsewhere—on a pair of eyes that she can’t seem to forget. Selena and Demika are behind the counter, working in perfect sync.Demika has managed to recover from her almost ill-fated power-consuming adventures of few days ago—she has re-emerged from the aftermath of her recent power-surge misdemeanor, her spirit bruised but unbroken. The tempest that raged within her has quieted, leaving behind a newfound strength that hums beneath her skin. She is herself again, though something is undeniably different. Her powers, once wild and uncontrollable, now obey her—if only just. She can feel them simmering beneath the surface, ready to
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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
