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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 79 - Whispers of Darkness
The evening sun hangs low in the sky—almost at the end of the horizon where it meets the earth in a mocking embrace—casting long, ominous shadows across the city as Selena and Demika make their way to the designated meeting spot with Chloe. The atmosphere is tense, charged with the weight of the secrets they carry—the streets are deserted, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an eerie stillness that makes every sound seem amplified—the crunch of gravel underfoot, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant hum of traffic.They arrive at the old mill on the outskirts of Laketown, a place long abandoned and forgotten by most. It’s here that Chloe suggested they meet, away from the prying eyes of the pack and the ever-watchful gaze of those who might wish to keep the truth hidden.Chloe is already there, waiting in the shadow of the crumbling structure. Her expression is grave, her usual confidence tempered by a deep unease. As Selena and Demika approach, Chloe steps forward, her
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The evening sky has turned a deep indigo as the trio makes their way to Demika’s house, the air heavy with the promise of impending doom. The streets of Clovis City are eerily quiet, as if the town itself is holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break. The tenacious young ladies gather in Demika’s room, the small space filled with the scent of burning sage and the low hum of ancient incantations—crowded with the weight of what they are about to do. The air is thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackles like static electricity, as they prepare for the ritual.Demika’s Black Book of magic lies open on the bed, its pages filled with dark, its ancient pages crackling with a sinister energy that sends shivers down Selena’s body. Chloe looks calm. The book is a relic of a bygone age, with twisting symbols that seem to writhe and pulse with a life of their own—a tome of forbidden knowledge that Granny Minama had guarded fiercely, until now. And with Granny Minama away on a tri
Last Updated : 2024-09-02The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 81 - The Summons
The shadows in Dr. Percy's study seem to writhe as he reads the message in his hand… an official invitation by the Alpha of Alphas, Wilson Smith. This isn’t the first time he’s been invited by the Park House, but this one is different. It is a summons, not an invitation. Alpha Wilson's words, while polite, carry the weight of command, a gravity that pulls at Percy's chest with cold, iron fingers.He knows why he has been called. The incident between Valentine and Jason has sent ripples through Clovis City, stirring up old fears and new suspicions. The air in the city feels malignant, the night darker. It’s as if the very earth knows that something is amiss—something ancient and hungry.Dr. Percy clenches the letter, his knuckles whitening. The secrets he harbors are heavy, pressing down on his soul like a stone slab on a grave. For years, he has kept the darkness at bay, locking it away behind walls of secrecy and deception. But now, those walls are crumbling. He cannot fight this al
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The drawing-room is an expanse of cold silence as Dr. Percy enters, his presence barely disturbing the heavy atmosphere. The air reeks of old secrets and forgotten truths, clinging to the walls like a dark fog. His footsteps echo ominously on the polished floor towards the drawing-room, each step a reminder of the weight he carries. The room is empty, a void waiting to be filled with the confessions that have been buried for centuries.As Dr. Percy steps into the drawing room, the silence is suffocating, a heavy, almost tangible veil of dread that clings to the air. The room is empty, save for the oppressive weight of his thoughts. His eyes sweep across the shadows, half-expecting them to move, to shape into the figures of his past—ghosts he has long avoided. But there is no one here. Only the quiet hum of tension, a lull before the inevitable storm.His heart, usually cold and still as the grave, now beats with a disconcerting fervor. Each pulse reverberates with the weight of what h
Last Updated : 2024-09-05The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 83 - The Forbidden Bond
Your mother and I... we fell in love afterwards, after she turned me into a vampyre to gift me the immortality… saving me from a death I wasn’t ready for. But our love was forbidden by her father."Chloe’s heart races as she listens, the pieces of her past clicking into place like a jigsaw puzzle she never knew she was solving."Her father," Dr. Percy continues, "disapproved of our union because I wasn’t of the pure bloodline. He wanted Matilda to marry her brother to keep the bloodline pure, but she refused. When she became pregnant with you and Valentine, we knew we had to flee. Her father created a creature, a monstrosity born of his own blood, to hunt down those he deemed abominations—those born of mixed bloodlines like you two."Chloe feels a cold dread seep into her bones as she begins to understand. "So we’ve been running our whole lives from this... creature?"Dr. Percy nods. "Yes. Matilda left us to return to her father, hoping to protect you by sacrificing herself. But it wa
Last Updated : 2024-09-05The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 84 - A Battle for Valentine's Soul
The night is thick with the smell of petrichor, the earth still drenched from a rainstorm that passed only hours ago. The sky, a panoply of swirling clouds and a deep indigo abyss, mirrors the turmoil surging within the Adams estate. Inside, the silence is deafening, every shadow a sentry, every creak of the old wooden floor a harbinger of something darker lurking.Valentine lies still on his black sheeted bed, paler than usual, unmoving, an ethereal figure whose once vibrant presence is now reduced to a melancholic husk. His pale, clammy skin is strewn with lifelessness, his breathing shallow and labored. Sweat beads on his forehead, but it is the veins—those dark, serpentine lines crawling beneath the surface—that draw all eyes.They coil like a creeping vine, twisting and winding up from the wrists to the elbows, then slithering further towards the neck. Black and swollen, they pulse with an eerie rhythm, as if alive, as if feeding on the very essence of life within him. The darkne
Last Updated : 2024-09-07The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 85 - A Bitter-Sweet Doting
The scent of damp scent of earth lingers in the air, mingling with the heavy aroma of antiseptic in the dimly lit room. The rain outside pounds against the window, a rhythmic pulse to the storm brewing between Gabrielle and Jason. He sits on the edge of the bed, his body still, yet taut with barely-contained pain. The ethereal glow of the moon filters through the cracks in the blinds, casting slivers of silver across his battered form. His chest, normally solid and unyielding, rises and falls with the effort of breath, each movement betraying the damage inflicted during the battle with Valentine’s dark force.Despite his werewolf healing abilities, the injuries sustained in the fight are no ordinary cuts or bruises. His body is marred by something darker, deeper—a lingering malevolence that no natural recuperation could cleanse. Strewn across his torso are jagged gashes that still ooze, as though something ineffable clings to him, refusing to let go.Gabrielle watches him from across
Last Updated : 2024-09-07The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 86 - A Matriarch's Counsel
The crackle of the fire burns low in the grand hearth, casting an ominous glow across the room. Shadows twist and flit along the stone walls of the Pack House, the ancestral seat of the Smith Dynasty, but even the warmth of the flames can’t thaw the icy dread that weighs heavily on Wilson's mind.Alpha Wilson Smith stands at the far end of the room, his gaze locked on the window where the storm outside rages in perfect harmony with the tempest inside his soul. His hands are clasped behind his back, fingers flexing unconsciously as he contemplates the grim news he received earlier from Dr. Percy. An adversary looms—an entity so dark, so powerful, that even his instinctual ferocity as Alpha of the Redbone Pack feels insufficient.His usual calm, predatory demeanor is frayed at the edges, and there’s only one person in this world who can offer him counsel in times like this.Behind him, the heavy wooden doors creak open, and the unmistakable presence of his mother, Lady Chacaritas Smith,
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 130 - Primus Vocanelia
The execution arena lies shrouded beneath an oppressive, tenebrous sky, the air thick with an empyrean cacophony of impending doom. The battleground, once a verdant expanse, now reeks of bloodlust and imminent death.Torrents of malevolent energy seem to converge here, twisting the atmosphere into a grotesque theater for the clash of titanic wills.Selena stands among her comrades, her hybrid senses hyper-aware of the electrifying tension seeping into the marrow of her bones. The sheer gravity of this confrontation sets her heart pounding, a tempestuous drumbeat in her chest.She scans the opposition, her eidetic memory recalling every cursed detail from Demika's prophetic vision. Yet, seeing the Dark King himself—William the Conqueror—in the flesh is something else entirely.He stands at the forefront of his legion, an effulgent figure of eldritch horror. His ornate armor glints in the dim light, etched with runes of ancient malice. Around him, his progeny—a sybaritic collection of p
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 129 - Moment of Truth
Wilson moves with a quiet purpose, pouring them each a drink. The amber liquid swirls in the glasses, catching the soft light and reflecting the warmth that now lingers between them.He sets the glasses on the table before settling into the chair across from her, his gaze steady but softened. Selena, her towel wrapped tightly around her as if it could shield her from the weight of what comes next, takes her seat opposite him.The desk between them feels symbolic, a battlefield turned meeting ground. It had borne witness to the fiery collision of their desires, and now it would serve as the platform for the conversation they could no longer avoid. Wilson's eyes meet hers, the intensity of his gaze a reminder of the bond they have forged.Selena takes a slow sip of her drink, the liquid burning a trail down her throat, grounding her in the moment. She sets the glass down, her fingers tracing its rim as she gathers her thoughts.For weeks, she had run from this confrontation, her heart h
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 128 - The Inferno Within
The tension in the air is almost suffocating, like the weight of storm clouds about to burst, as Selena approaches the towering gates of the Redbone Pack House. The building looms in the golden twilight, a monument of authority and history.Her steps falter for a moment, her hybrid instincts warring between flight and the undeniable pull of her bond with Alpha Wilson. She tightens her resolve. Two weeks of hiding had led to this moment, and there was no turning back.Inside, Wilson buries himself in a mountain of documents sprawled across his oak desk, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his broad shoulders. His mind, however, is far from the affairs of the pack… a picture of barely restrained chaos. Piles of documents litter his desk—each one a distraction he has tried to sink himself in to help manage his emotional turmoil.His thoughts circle back to Selena with frustrating regularity, the woman who had invaded every fiber of his being, only to vanish without explanation.
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
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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
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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,
