Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
On the third day after the envoy of the Moon Temple left in disgrace, a blood-red bonfire ignited at the altar of the Wild Wolf Clan. Selene stood atop a platform made of ice crystals and wolf bones, the reverse moon patterns glowing a haunting blue in the firelight, echoing the wolf king's mark on Ronan's chest. Elder Grayclaw held a silver plate engraved with ancient runes, filled with memory crystals extracted from shards of the Oracle Mirror.
"This is your mother's final image." Ronan's voice was low as his fingertips brushed against Selene's trembling hand. The crystal shattered under the moonlight, and Selene's consciousness was pulled into a whirlpool of memories—twelve years ago, in the hidden chamber of the coastal wolf clan, Lady Aelia was stuffing a scroll into a secret compartment when footsteps of temple guards echoed behind her.
"Remember, the reverse moon is not a curse." Her mother's voice mingled with the sound of dragging silver chains. "When the twin moons shine together, find the young one of the Wild Wolf Clan..." The image suddenly distorted; Aelia's neck was marked with blood from silver chains, while in the shadows, a young Ronan watched helplessly as everything unfolded.
"So you knew I was the reverse moon Alpha all along." Selene spun around abruptly, colliding with Ronan's guilt-ridden gaze. He swallowed hard. "Three years ago, when I obtained the letter, I thought it was just a key to revenge, until I saw you at the altar..." Before he could finish his sentence, the ground trembled violently, and distant howls of alarm rang out from the wolf clan.
The army of the Moon Temple arrived before dawn, their silver armor reflecting the cold moonlight. Selene looked down at the mass of temple knights surrounding the altar, cold sweat forming in her palms—the weapons they carried were inscribed with runes capable of burning reverse moon power. Suddenly, Ronan shielded her behind him, drawing his wolf king blade with a glint that sliced through the night. "Stick to the plan."
As the first silver arrow shot toward Selene, her reverse moon patterns erupted in blinding light, freezing the arrow mid-flight while awakening ancient wolf souls buried beneath the earth. These spirits of reverse moon Alphas sealed by the Moon Temple transformed into translucent wolf shadows, unleashing deafening roars across the battlefield. Seizing this opportunity, Ronan led the Wild Wolf Clan into a charge; wherever his blade passed, temple knights' silver armor shattered.
In the chaos, Selene spotted the chief envoy directing priests to activate a forbidden formation. Without hesitation, she leaped into the air, gathering reverse moon power into a crescent-shaped blade at her fingertips. Just then, her curse flared unexpectedly; as her wolf ears vanished, she narrowly avoided being pierced through the heart by a silver spear. At that critical moment, Ronan lunged forward to block the attack with his back, blood splattering across her pale face.
"Don't lose focus!" His shout was filled with pain as the wolf king mark emitted dazzling light that resonated with Selene's reverse moon patterns. The air around them twisted into a vortex as all silver weapons shattered under an overwhelming energy field. Taking advantage of this moment, Selene plunged her reverse moon blade into the core of the formation; with a deafening crash, the flag of the Moon Temple collapsed.
As dawn broke, only devastation remained on the battlefield. Selene knelt beside Ronan, using her own blood to heal his wounds. He lifted his bloodied hand to gently caress her cheek. "Do you know? When you summoned those reverse moon spirits, you resembled the legendary Moon Goddess..." Before he could finish his thought, he fell unconscious from blood loss. Selene held him tightly; their reverse moon patterns and wolf king mark both flared with heat, sketching a complete twin moon totem in the morning sun.
Comment 0 Comment Count