This story is a compilation of many, all relating to the main characters.
It may get confusing, so I advise to switch back and forth between some parts to find the correlation. Think of it as a game. Have fun.
This book is going to be wildly edited...
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The beat of the drum. The strum of the harp. The whistle of the flute. The songs of the birds. The growls of the beasts. The cries of the vulnerable.
Every moment, there's some sort of sound; what silence is there?
The crashing of waves onto the shore. The crackling of the burning fires. The rupturing of volcanoes.
Where is there to find silence? The world is never quiet, it's always speaking, it's always whispering.
How to find the silence? It's in the very crevices of one's bones. The Blood Moon calls to the very bones within every fish, amphibian, reptile, bird, and mammal.
In particular, wolves answer the Blood Moon's calls.
They howl with delight. They worship the moon as if it was their goddess. They revolve their entire lives around the moon.
This one wolf, however, would break pack law.
He would bring a reign of terror.
The only way for him to be forgiven by the moon, is to face punishment and receive it well. He didn't want it, of course. Who would?
His family would suffer for generations, and when it landed on this young wolf, the Moon found some forgiveness in her ice-cold heart.
The young wolf would live a life that was like a harsh game, but it was almost a dream at times. He would challenge it and he would fall, but he would soon get back up again. After all, he was a strong heir.
However. Just like his ancestor, he'd break pack law. Would the Moon forgive this time?
Yes, she would.
After centuries, she finally accepted the fact that love cannot be caged to one specie alone. So, she will allow her creatures of the night to meddle with those of the day. Her brother, Sun, will meet her for an Eclipse.
At midnight however, this young wolf must break the bones of the creature that resembled his name under the presence of the full Blood Moon; this will lift the curse of his family and his predecessors shall never experience the pain and fear of being controlled by the dark entity implanted in them by the Moon as punishment for a supposed mistake.
For now, he'll breathe the pleasures of his youth and enjoy every moment with the one he decided to break the sacred law for.
He'll smile and dance again.
He'll have the range of emotions at his fingertips, Those same fingertips that would burn another's skin. He'll have the light of the moon reflect in his eyes, Those same eyes that would darken when provoked. He'll have the sweetest of sounds escape from between his lips, Those same lips that would spit venom and leave marks.
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He is the Moon's son, the heir, the Prince of the Night. ————————————————————————————— A/N: This is some Lore.
