Novel & Cerita Blood Moon Goddess

She saw herself walking in a pavilion made of clouds in the sky, where she chose her first spellbook. Enchantment. In her mind, the southern goddess of sensuality, the dark moon deity Minami, smiled upon her. Then came her secondary spell choices. She wanted to be powerful, like no other. And so, she chose the power of offence. Xiyu prayed to Minami to bless her at times when she felt she was at her weakest.

I regretted being a blind, naive fool who traded her pack’s legacy for a deceitful smile. With the absolute last ounce of my fading consciousness, I screamed out to the heavens, crying into the mental link of the creator. Moon Goddess, please… hear me. If you grant me another life… I won’t make the same mistake twice. I will tear them down. I will protect my pack. Just give me another fucking chance! The world snapped. The darkness didn't linger. Gaspr! I shot upright, my lungs violently expanding as a desperate, burning gasp tore from my throat. I thrashed wildly, my hands instantly clawing at my chest, desperately searching for the jagged, sticky tear of the silver blade.

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

She gently runs her fingers over Gillian’s fur and Aisling surprises me by lifting her neck in submission. ‘Mother.’ ‘You’re the Moon Goddess?” I ask. “Yes. I am Selene.” “Am I dead?” “No, but I might have terrified your mate a bit by bringing you here when I did. I apologize for interrupting your marking, but I made a deal with your mother. And unfortunately, the only way to bring you here and not cause pain to your mates was to disconnect your mate bond completely. But I promise, when you return, it will be fully functional again.”

When I faced forward again, she was seated on her stool, eyes half-closed, as though she had been there all along. “You still startle so easily,” she murmured. “I am not startled,” I replied evenly. She smiled faintly. “Of course not.” “What is so urgent?” I asked. Her expression shifted. “The Blood Moon approaches.” My brow furrowed. “That is impossible. It is decades away.” “Time bends,” she said softly. “When fate stirs, the moon answers.” A chill crept down my spine. “The Moon Goddess’s child has awakened,” she continued. “She walks the earth already.”

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.

As the night deepened, the shadows cast by the moonlight danced across Estella’s house. Silent as a whisper, a dark figure slipped from a window and moved swiftly toward the forest. Ariston moved elegantly, his form barely a blur against the inky darkness. He made his way to a secluded glistening lake, its surface reflecting the silver of the moon.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

“Or rather, it is, but there’s a need to be cautious. Entangling ourselves so deeply with the werewolves again might lead to another power struggle faster than anyone is prepared for.” “Why?” “Other than our use of magic, the White Moon Pack’s bloodline has one other quirk: we are the only bloodline from which a Moon Goddess can be born.” “I thought the Moon Goddess… was dead?” “She is, but it’s not as though there could not be another. The title is half mythos and half-truth. A Moon Goddess is one with a distinct connection to the power that comes from the moon. The crystal necklace has been lost, but it serves as a conduit for that power. I hope it will stay lost, but if the other packs th

Old Mia steps back, the shock is evident in her eyes. The rage I feel begins to intensify, threatening to consume me. “You´re responsible for the death of hundreds of people, including people who I love.” As I move towards her, I feel this power coursing through me. “Your time ends now, oracle.” I look at my hands and I witness the red aura enveloping me. What is this? “It can´t be. You are blessed by the Blood Moon. Stay back! Don´t come any closer.”