Amethyst Moonn Books Novels & Stories

I yell, putting myself between the werebears and Nyx. “On it,” my mate says, her arms shining with enchantment as a shield of white light starts to materialize between the final of the Blood Moon pack and the oncoming aggressors. The pack is gigantic, and it’s going to take a parcel to keep it up, but she’s up to the errand, sending a divider of enchantment shooting into the sky indeed as she flies nearby me. “Will that thing hold?” Father inquires, sounding skeptical. “It better,” Nyx says, her assurance obvious.

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.

I walked through the palace on instinct, each step heavier than the last until I reached the library. The scent of old parchment and candle wax clung to the air. Shelves stretched up to the ceiling, crammed with books most people had long forgotten. I scanned the rows, grabbing anything with even a mention of curses, or ancient rituals. My arms filled with books, but none of it felt like enough. “Alpha Rowan?” I turned to see the librarian, her face lined with age, but her eyes sharp and curious. “Do you need assistance?” “I need books on moonstones,” I said, voice rough. “Anything you have.”

— I murmured. I turned the book over to see who the author was, but there was no name. The printing of the book was dated ********. — Cronnos, do you know anything about the descendants of the Moon Goddess? — I asked the fleabag. He stopped dancing, looking thoughtful. - In truth no. I've never heard anything like it,” he replied. I flipped through the pages until I came to one that said: The true form of the descendants of the Moon. Below was a drawing of a wolf with snow-white fur and eyes shining like amethysts.

Nathan shoved off the fence, storming away before he did something stupid—like punch his packmate for implying Rita was anything less than perfect. His phone buzzed. His father’s name flashed on the screen. "I’ll be in New York this weekend," his dad said without preamble. "We need to talk." Nathan’s stomach dropped. He knew. Rita The hidden wing of the library was quieter than usual, the air thick with the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Rita traced the spine of the book Derek had handed her—Lunar Channeling: A Witch’s Guide to Moon Magic. "This is incredible," she murmured, flipping to a page detailing how to store lunar energy in physical vessels. "Gogo never taught me this."

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

When I finally step into the hallway, the whispers return, softer this time but heavier. “She’s cursed.” “The rulers marked her. She won’t last the week.” “The curse of the Moon is already taking hold.” I clutch the edge of my apron and walk faster, ignoring the chill that slides down my spine. Because deep down, I know they’re right. Something inside me is changing. My dreams have been darker, filled with whispers I can’t understand and glowing chains that pulse beneath my skin. And every time one of them—Kaelen, Valrik, or Caelir—gets too close…the mark on my throat burns hotter.

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.”