Angel On Moon Novels & Stories

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

I rushed to her and held her in my arms, “calm down Cat, who are you screaming at anyway.” She pushed me off her, “the Moon Goddess, Salene, she is using our daughter as a toy, a pawn in some sick and twisted game with Hecate, it’s the only explanation and they need to stop it now, before they destroy her completely.” Beta Winston scoffed, “it’s a game alright, but not as you’re thinking, there’s something missing, something that has been overlooked or perhaps not found yet that will give us what we need to win, so many pieces already, but there has to be something we’ve overlooked.”

I clutched my sons closer, my tears falling freely, not from grief this time, but from overwhelming joy. For the first time, I felt it fully, deeply, irrevocably. I was not cursed. I was not broken. I was bound. Bound not by chains, not by curses, but by love. Bound to Kael. Bound to my children. Bound to my pack. Bound to the moon itself. That night, beneath the full moon’s silver glow, I stood at the cliff’s edge with Kael beside me and my sons in my arms. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the voices of

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

What more could I want? Selene's voice echoes through the pack: - Young Klaus, you're mistaken. Angel won't have a girl. Klaus looks around and shouts into the air: - But Moon Goddess, you asked to give her your name. - That's true, but you're going to be the father of a girl and a boy. Angel is expecting twins. - the goddess's voice says, and the laugh she gave echoes for a moment before disappearing. - Moon Goddess, what's your true name? - Angel screamed.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Claire and Colton were siblings—and his aunt, Elena, had been moon-kissed. "You're Claire's brother," Channary whispered, the realization hitting her like a blow to the chest. Her lips parted as she turned it over in her head, piecing it together. "Your aunt was moon-kissed." Colton's eyes met hers again, drawn in like a tide to the moon. The air shimmered faintly between them, the pull undeniable. But Channary broke the spell first. She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in my house?"

“ I believe the oracle has heard our plea, the crowning of Angela as our Luna would be done a week from now, but we would have to wait for some time to allow the Oracle accept Angela as Orion’s true mate. The oracle would communicate with the moon goddess for us. Angela , beaming with smiles now , held onto Orion as they both kissed. My wolf trying hard to maintain its rejected composure couldn't be held back anymore. A force, I didn't know I had , pushed me from the chair, causing a sudden wind to blow around me. Before I knew it I was in between Orion and Angela . Glaring at Angela with full exasperation. “ She's using her voodoo again ,General, we need to do something about it, lock her i

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."