Dark Hunters: The Rose Moon
We are Darkness. We are Shadow.
We are the Rulers of the Night.
We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.
The Soulless Keepers.
Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it's too late.
The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.
Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.
We are the Dark-Hunters.
And we are eternal.
Yeah, yeah. Enough of the doom and gloom because, baby, that ain't us. You want to know what a Dark-Hunter is? We are what the intro says. We're Mad, Bad and Immortal. We're ancient warriors with attitudes who fight rough, and play hard.
We are the scary things that go bump in the night. And we love every minute of it. So when you think you're being watched. You just might be. The question is...is it something evil or is it one of us?
The Dark Hunters:
The Rose Moon
Hail, Glorious Reader:
I am Resa Moon. Born into a Royal Roman Family. I know my place, and what must be done in order to keep an Empire from falling. But, as a Royal Roman, some things in this cruel World must not be judged. So, when I am sent away to Greece and tied to the God Apollo, things start to change. Very quickly... Well, too quickly, for me, fore you see... I did not have the time to grasp anything that was happening...
But one day, when trying to escape Apollo, I ran into his Sister's Chambers, and hid myself. But when in hiding, I came across a man named Acheron. When I looked at his face, I felt as though I was looking into a mirror. Little did I know, I was looking at my Twin Brother. Soon afterwards, he and I spent a lot of time together... To Apollo though, that time, was enough time.
My brother and I were murdered by Apollo. Slaughtered on the floor of his Temple. He killed us out of jealously.
Little did Acheron and I both know, we would awaken as Atlantean Gods... But He was the lucky one.
I was still tied to Apollo, so when my Mother brought me back, I had no choice but to drink his blood to live, and because of that, my Mother cursed his people, The Apollites, to live only to the age of twenty-seven. Can anyone say WAR?
And now I'm in the middle of a War. As the Atlantean Goddess of Death, Life, Light and Darkness, you'd think I could do something to protect the humans from the wrath of Apollo.
Yeah, well, who knew that being a Goddess would be so hard? And they expect me to lead a bunch of warriors known as the Dark Hunters into battle? You're looking at girl who always seems to be having a bad hair day since the day I've been murdered!!!