All Chapters of The Darkside of the Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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

The waxing crescent moon hangs heavy in the night sky, its silvery light cascading a shy light over Clovis City like a spectral shroud. Beneath its pale glow, the city is a hive of shadowed intrigue and simmering tension. The night sky hangs in stillness, draped in a velvet blackness that swallows the horizon whole. The new moon hides in plain sight, its presence felt more in absence, an ineffable darkness casting an ethereal hush over the world. It’s a night for shadows to skulk across the city, for the stars to form a mellifluous choir, quietly harmonizing above the strewn whispers of leaves below. The air smells of fresh smell of rain that recently subsided, that damp scent of rain-soaked earth rising like an ephemeral breath from the ground, a fleeting reminder of nature's recent kiss.For some, it feels as though the universe is bamboozling them, hiding its celestial panoply behind an opaque curtain. Yet, for others, there’s a serendipity in this dark sky, a chance to dial in to

In the heart of Clovis City, the tension is palpable, a storm of unease brewing beneath the surface of what was once a bastion of strength and unity. The ominous clouds that hang over the city mirror the dark omens Wilson Smith, Alpha of the Redbone Pack, grapples with. A formidable adversary looms on the horizon, a shadow that threatens to engulf not just his pack, but the entire city. Yet, amidst this existential threat, a more insidious danger festers within the very walls that should protect him.As Wilson stands at his balcony overlooking the sprawling cityscape, his mind is weighed down by the gravity of the threat he faces. The night is silent save for the distant roar of the storm that batters the city, a fitting backdrop to his brooding. His sharp eyes scan the shadows, reflecting the bloodlust and urgency that drive him. He knows that to falter now would mean more than just defeat—it would mean the annihilation of everything he has fought for, everything his family has built