All Chapters of The Darkside of the Moon: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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 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 investigation into the human's death revealed little, but the werewolves grew impatient. Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s father, the leader of the werewolves and the then ruler of Clovis City, summoned Percy to a council meeting to discuss the situation.The council chamber was a large, imposing room, its walls lined with portraits of past werewolf leaders. Percy entered the chamber with his usual calm demeanor, but he could feel the weight of the werewolves' gazes upon him.BBW Alpha Lucas, a towering figure with a commanding presence, sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. To his left was Bucky Briggs, his Beta and one of the most influential werewolves in the city. Bucky's gaze was cold and calculating, reflecting the growing mistrust that had taken root among the werewolves.And to his right was his wife and Wilson’s mom, Chacaritas Diego—the matriarch of the Smith family—exudes a serene authority that belies her formidable heritage. Hailing from a distinguished

The first light of dawn filters through the windows when Selena finally stirs. Her eyelids flutter open, her gaze unfocused as she tries to make sense of her surroundings. The familiar scent of the pack house reaches her, and she relaxes slightly, though the pain in her ankle quickly brings her back to full awareness.“Wilson?” Her voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper.“I’m here,” he says, his voice gentle as he moves closer, his presence a solid, reassuring force.“How long was I out?” she asks, struggling to sit up. He helps her, propping her up against the pillows.“Just a few hours,” he replies, watching her closely. “You’re lucky I found you when I did.”She frowns, memories of the attack flashing through her mind. “How did you find me?”“I felt you,” he admits quietly, his gaze locking with hers. “Our bond…it’s stronger than you know.”She blinks, trying to process his words. “Are you stalking me, Wilson?”His lips twitch with a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

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