Novel & Cerita Amber Moon

I think the biting thing is meant to be a joke but it did not land, nobody laughed and then it looked like after sometime people finally got the joke and laughed. “Amber Denvon may the moon goddess light your way to mate.” The priestess said. I know what is supposed to happen next, I know what Amber is supposed to do next, I have practiced for this my whole life. Amber closed her eyes, she is supposed to open up her mind now, she is supposed to try to to talk to her mate through her mind, then she would automatically know who he is. Amber open her eyes, turned around and with an angry look on her face she looked straight at Aiden, Nathan and Adam’s friend.

The symbol carved there made my stomach clench: a crescent moon split by a straight line, the same mark on my mother’s gate-stone. The rock warmed under his hand. The fissure widened. Not breaking—opening. A narrow passage yawned into the earth, lit by dim amber lines that ran through the stone like veins. “What is this?” I whispered. “Sanctuary,” Dax said. “For the unwanted. For the dangerous.” My pendant pulsed hard, answering the stone like they were speaking to each other. Heat poured into my palm. The amber lines brightened. Dax noticed and his jaw tightened. “Don’t feed it.”

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

The woods are wild with life tonight, and honestly, it’s breathtaking. Moonlight spills everywhere—thick and silver, not just shining down, but draping itself over every leaf and twisted branch, soaking into every shadow. The whole forest feels transformed, like I’ve stepped inside some sort of cathedral made of light and old secrets.

And as the sound echoed, every light in the desert for fifty miles turned a violent, predatory Amber. In his pod, Julian’s finger twitched.

the officiant explained. Arlo and Lune each took the knife, their hands steady despite the weight of the moment. Arlo made a small incision in his palm, his gaze never leaving hers as he winced slightly. He then extended his hand towards Lune, offering her the same gesture. Lune felt a rush of emotion as she mirrored his actions, cutting her palm just enough for a few droplets of crimson to pool.

"Have you tried their specialty? That moon dust caramel macchiato?" "Huh? I have tried it once, S-Sir." "No need for formalities. You can just call me Red since we're outside work now. I'm just a typical guy you just met. By the way, may I know your name?" Amber smiled shyly. "Amber. My name is Amber." "I see. So Amber, are you a regular customer here?" "I am. I actully love everything they serve here. And one of my favorites is the moon dust caramel macchiato that you just mentioned."

Author’s POV “You are right, Bell,” Amber muttered, staring out the window as the scenery blurred past. “I shouldn’t let her get to me. Besides, I’m not just the one he is dating, I’m his mate, the one he is bound to by the moon goddess. That has to count for—”

And something passed between them. Not just trust. Something deeper. Something more dangerous. Finally— Raymond nodded. “Do it.” THE CONNECTION: Amber moved closer to the bed. This time, she didn’t hesitate. Her hand settled gently over Selene’s. Warm. Too warm. The poison. Amber closed her eyes. And let it come. That power. Not violently. Not forcefully. Soft. Controlled. Guided. Silver light flickered faintly beneath her skin. Raymond watched. Carefully. Every movement. Every breath ready to step in if something went wrong.

"Not unless you want me to lose what little control I have left." "Lucien…" He made a sound that was half-laugh, half-snarl, and then his mouth was on my earlobes, my neck, the swell of my breasts above my bra. His hands went to my waist. Squeezed. His fingers dug into the soft flesh there with a possessiveness that should have scared me. It didn't. "You're…" He stopped. Pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were still that unnatural amber. Still glowing. "You're perfect."