Amethyst Moonn Books Novelas e Histórias

The middle-aged woman with dark hair and familiar dark blue eyes greeted me with a warm smile. “Luna Ximena.” I spoke more politely and respectful than usual to the current luna of the Black Mist pack, Ezekiel’s wife, Atlas’ mother, and someone who I knew to be a strong and fierce warrior in her time. Like me, she had made a name for herself. I always respected a strong woman and she had done nothing to offend me, aside from birthing the wolf who was the current bane of my existence. But even with that, her presence did not disturb me, and I was curious as to the reason for her visit.

She looked at Naya and her eyes turned white. Naya gasped. The room suddenly became bright, causing Naya to cover her eyes. When the light started dimming, Naya opened her eyes and what she saw nearly made her lose her balance. Standing in all her glory was the moon goddess, face so bright, golden hair falling down to her feet in waves, her regalia adorned with magnificent diamonds and gemstones with a moon symbol on her forehead. Naya rubbed her eyes. “Do you believe me now?”

Selena tells me and I am thankful that she is willing to give it one more shot even though it is against Jaxson’s wishes. As I walk slowly back out into the middle of the garden the once fatigued and drained body of mine, comes alive once again. Fueled by determination and adrenaline knowing that Jaxson was on his way and that we were limited in time before he got here. With that thought, I didn’t even wait for Selena to give me the okay as I grabbed the moonstone in my hand calling upon its powers once again, as I pleaded with my ancestor the Moon Goddess for strength and the courage to do this.

A stone archway stands at its center, carved with symbols that mirror the twins’ glow. “Inside,” Ryland orders, shifting back to human form. Blood streaks his chest, but his gaze is steel. You hesitate. “What if it’s a trap?” “It’s not.” Selene steps forward, her silver eyes wide. “The moon lady says… *home*.” The ground shakes. Marus’s roar splits the night. You shove the twins through the archway. --- The sanctuary is alive. Bioluminescent vines pulse with soft light, their glow reflecting off walls etched with ancient scenes—wolves bowing to a crescent moon, twin flames igniting a throne. Silas traces the carvings, his fingers trembling.

I ask, and I find my voice has come out as almost a whisper. "I didn't mean to startle you," he says, and I see his eyes flicker over my body, even in the half-dark. "I just thought you might want to know it's not a full moon yet. In case that's important for your shot." His voice is low, almost a growl and it sends a tingle up my spine. "Oh thanks," I murmur, an inexplicable thrill racing through my body as I gaze at him. "But it's a series I'm working on - the title is Incomplete." At this I see a wry smile break out on his face.

“What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?” While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued, “We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision this time too risky?” Lyra slowly turned the cup in her hand and replied calmly, “Aunt Meala, the Blood Moon territory contains numerous moonstone mines. I’ve heard they have so much that they even use it to decorate their walls.” Meala frowned slightly. A moment of silence stretched between the two women.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

Lucian’s flames ignited. “Say another word about my child.” Azrael laughed. “You still don’t understand, Lucian.” He raised his hand. The sky turned red. A gigantic blood moon appeared above them. Amara’s eyes widened. “That moon…” Azrael’s voice became almost gentle. “Every cycle had a moon.” The moon began cracking. “But this one…” A golden eye opened inside it. “…has a Blood Moon.” Lucian stared upward. Then the golden light inside Amara suddenly pulsed violently.

His dark blue eyes hold mine without wavering. "And this?" I gesture between us. "Was this a setup too? The bond? Part of the design?" "The bond is from the Moon Goddess. Not from a lab." "How do I know that?" He shifts closer. His thigh presses against mine. Heat radiates through denim. His scent wraps around me like smoke. Cedar and darkness and something that makes my stomach tighten.

Luna's POV The Blood Moon was almost here. The sky above the ruins had bled from silver to deep crimson, the light spilling into the cracks in the ancient walls like fire. The herbs were laid in a perfect circle. The silverroot glistened faintly, the moonfern trembling like it could feel what was coming. Kael knelt in front of the circle, striking flint over the dried dusk petals. “Once the fire catches, there’s no going back,” he said without looking up.