Blade Of The Moon Princess Novels & Stories

Elena moved to his side and he escorted her away from the dance floor and up onto the dais that had been built for use of the elders and the more powerful packs. As my pulse began to regulate and the murmurs in the space began to ramp back up, two words stuck out: “Moonstone Princess.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Elena wasn’t Mason’s lover. She was his sister. The realization was a slow, excruciating burn, unraveling everything I had thought I knew. She had never been a rogue. She had never been beneath me. She was the Princess of Moonstone—my pack’s historical enemy.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

She felt the razor‑edge nick her side, pain bloomed like a red flower. Ryker and Selene moved forward, but Nyra raised a hand. “This is between us.” Kaelan’s gaze flicked to Nyra with something close to respect. “Be quick, Princess.” Nyra pressed forward, striking in tight circles, her moonsteel blade carving silver arcs through the mist. Kaelen blocked each thrust, the impact hammering through her arms. A spark showered when steel met steel. “You fight well,” Kaelen panted, backing toward the ledge. “But can you catch fire with your bare hands?”

She swung her blade. The tree split into two. It was wondrous midnight for Karla Allen. Just recently she discovered that every night she can use the blade of the moon, which is finely crafted and reputedly magical. The leader of the coven, whose name was Mr.Hawking, told her that the sword was made from the minerals found in the moon mountain. And exactly today, we are going to moon mountain to visit Luna.

And Eden tried not squirm or make any sort of sound–she really did, she swear–as the Princess began to hum a slow tune very softly under her breath, beginning to brush her again, seemingly forgetting about their conversation or that she was not the only other person in the room. Outside, the full moon began to reveal itself from the dark clouds, a stream of moonlight silver entering from the uncovered windows and illuminating the entire room; Eden briefly squinted from the silvery light when it suddenly reflected from the mirror and hit the servant square in the eyes while the Princess suddenly stopped brushing her hair and turned her head to regard the full moon, her expression turning blan

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

The shapes quickly changed to a woman with a bow, she was blue and began attacking the man. She defeats the man and the people rejoice. Flowers bloom and animals frolic through the forest. “A woman, born on the Blue Moon, defeats the man, bringing peace to the land and saves his people,” Eleanor finishes and the smoke disappears. “This is what the oracle told us that day, what we didn’t know, is that my brother had been spying on us and had seen the prophecy,” Regina continued and Azura was on the edge of her seat. “On the Blue Moon, my brother and a group of his followers, desecrated our pack. They slit the throats of every baby born that night and anyone who stood in their way, inc

Flipping to my side I bite my lips to trap a smile, not like Zayne would let me out of his sight anyway. I think on what I learned tonight, I am undoubtedly a silver one. There’s no denial. Probably because I was born on the night with a blue moon in the sky, according to the Abbot, is a time when Selena, goddess of the moon and mother of werewolves is at the height of her power, at that time she slips a little of her powers into a baby about to be born or already born? Well, he said a little bit of herself but this is weird enough, I want to believe I’m me, just Alina here, no Goddess.

Her speed increased, the trees became a blur around her. "There! Hide in there!" The young goddess's voice was spoken aloud and was labored. The white wolf did as she asked and slowed to a stop in a cave hidden behind a drapery of vines. Inside the cave was a huge crystal with the moon shining light down on it. The moonbeam seemed to fill the crystal with magic. The she-wolf stunned by such a sight almost missed the smell of blood coming from the moon goddess. "Were you hit? How bad is it?" The she-wolf asked.

she smiles smartly as she circles me. “Do I know you?” I ask circling with her to keep her in my eyesight. The witch lets out a high-pitched laugh. “Don’t I remind you of someone?” Her head tilts to the side as she stares at me. Something in her gaze is unnerving and I don’t want to get caught up in some stupid speech about how she is someone important in my life. The witch stops circling me and stands with her hands extended in front of her. “It is now or never,” I whisper to Lily. Lily gives me a nod and her claws extend from my fingertips. The witch starts winding her hands together and I lunge towards her, extending my good arm and slicing my claws across her beautiful face. A shri