Book Lost Moon Novels & Stories

“I mean, we know how he came to be from the past, and we know what he's seeking to do in the future, but he was killed at some point in between, wasn't he?” Nana shares an ominous look with Shane, and the entire cabin suddenly feels a lot quieter. “Yes, he died. At least, we believed he did. In the year when I turned sixteen, the Moon gathered all the great Primordial houses together and sought for heralds of war—wolves who would hunt down Dreadborn and slay the rogue Lycan. But for all the might of the great Primordial age, only one tribe stepped forward to do the Moon's bidding.” The woman pauses and stares at me with a soft gaze. “The mark of this tribe was a distinct color in their eyes.

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.

was all I manage to say and drank from my cup. "She is beyond all compliments and adoration, Wajan. She is the creator, and we regard her as such." He leaned back on his wooden chair with his hands, residues of his meal still evident, still rested on the table top. His muscled flexed at that movement and I could not help but to gawk. I quickly widthraw my stares before he notice. "I thought so," I said. "You must meet Lamara, my sister by birth. She will teach you all you need to know regarding the moon and all her glory. She helped the healer to cure your wounds using her spiritual gift."

Armed with the ancient wisdom of the werewolves and fueled by the love that bound her to Adam, she would navigate the intricacies of this new world, forever striving to make it a better place for all. The moon cast its silvery glow upon the sprawling landscape of Silverhood, bathing everything in an ethereal light. Emily stood atop a hill, her hair gently rustling in the cool night breeze. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the forest and feeling the energy of the werewolf community pulsating through the air.

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.

She sighed as she looked at me. "What's the good news?" I asked. "The good news is this book didn't go missing on my watch. I just somehow kept missing that it was supposed to be there." She explained. "Apparently it was one stolen a few years ago when there was a breach in the pack, this was something that happened before Jaxon came in to take over Dark Moon." "That's great that it wasn't on you then." I responded. "But what's the bad news?" "The book title is The Moon Goddess' Unique Creations." She was hesitant to keep going but she did anyway. "This is the book I needed to go through to determine what exactly is going on with you. It's the only copy of it and someone took off with it yea

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.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

Luna Meyra bit her lower lip before finally saying, "One of our senior healers... while trying to heal a patient, he said the prayer that felt like a spell to him felt empty. He used to always pray to the Moon Goddess when touching wounds, but this time, he said it felt like talking to the air." Rowan added solemnly, "The crescent moon symbol on the Thornfire pack guards' amulets is fading. I told them to check again on their sleeves, necklaces, and stamps. Everything looks faded, as if slowly disappearing." He continued, "And the spiritual library of the Thornfire pack. Two shelves of ancient scrolls, recording the history of the Moon Goddess's rituals—gone without a trace. No signs of thef