Amethyst Moonn Books Novels & Stories

I glanced at her. “I think you’d find anything in this library,” she replied earnestly, “Helios has a large selection of books from across all genres and time.” I nodded. I expected that already. It's what I’ve been planning to explore today. “Alright,” I turned towards her with a chirp in my feet. I gave her a smile, “Please help me gather books related to moonstones.” “As you wish, Luna,” she smiled back and bowed. The virren moonstone.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

I take several deep breaths while I keep my eyes on Ayla. She starts to walk around the room, looking at the stones and stopping in front of some that are smaller and quite ordinary, but after a few seconds, she starts walking again until she finally stops in front of a set of stones that glow silver. I know they are moonstones, that is, soul stones created from the energy of the Moon Goddess.

And she was going to find out who. The vault opened with a whisper of ancient magic. She stepped inside, and it felt like crossing into another world. Scrolls. Sealed tomes. Moonlit artifacts locked behind obsidian glass. Then she saw it: The Book of the First Moon-Blessed. Sealed in crimson wax. Titled only in runes. She broke the seal. And the book bled. The pages weren’t written in ink. They were written in blood. Her breath caught as she read: The first Moon-Blessed was named Liora.

Positive emotions weren't usually strong enough to break through. "What did she say to you? Is she the reason you're okay?" Amethyst hesitated, her voice low and soft now "She told me we had work to do... Then she touched my head, only once and everything changed.... I was melted into a puddle of silver, that's the only way to explain... And then she rebuilt me... I look different now... You'll see." Lena sat down on the edge of her bed, letting the words sink in. "So the Moon Goddess remade you?"

“Come out, now. Please.” “I’m serious!” Luna Gwen’s sobs came through the door cracks as she yelled. “I’ll lock myself in here with no food! I’ll kill myself because I let that strange girl take the throne.” Strange girl? Amber? Mina’s blood was heating up now. Was there something in the water? Why were the ladies of Silver Moon so infuriating? “Hey! Watch your mouth!” She snapped, her irritation bubbling over. “Stop.” Amber came up behind her. Her face was pale, her fingers shaky as she shook her head at Mina,”

And Aria—mother, Luna, flamewalker—could only cling to the vow Xander had made on the mountain: We face it together. Or we fall apart. She was just returning from the council hall when she saw them—Rowan and Mira—standing in front of the Library of the Ancients. The oldest building in Moonrise. It squatted at the edge of the village like a forgotten sentinel—half-buried in stone, its roof moss-covered, the runes carved deep into its door nearly swallowed by time. Most wolves passed it with reverence. Few ever entered. Within its walls slept the bones of knowledge—scrolls that whispered and books that wept when touched.

I fall asleep with the moon spilling silver everywhere, the bond thrumming under my skin, slow and steady like a second heartbeat. Tomorrow, everything starts up again. Lydia’s not finished. The pack’s trust is splintered. My wolf is awake now—hungry, prowling, restless. But tonight? Tonight there’s quiet. There’s warmth. There’s hope, small and bright, flickering inside me like a brand-new flame. Under the silver moon, I’m not alone. Not anymore.

His gaze slowly returned to Philipa. Cold and detached. Let’s see how this ends… The elders regrouped, forming a circle around the altar. Then— They began low chants in ancient language at first. Their voices layered over each other, rising slowly in intensity while the book in their hands glowed faintly. The symbols on the pillars ignited one by one. The blood stream—Stopped completely, as if time itself had frozen. Then— Above them—The sky shifted. The Red Moon rose fully and dominating. Its crimson light flooded the chamber through unseen openings.