Books With Moon In Title Novels & Stories

"Bring us the book, and we'll help you find Lily." I felt a cold pit form in my stomach. The Book of the Moon was one of the things that had driven a deep wedge between wolves and witches, a relic of power snatched away in a time of strife. To retrieve it would be nearly impossible and dangerously provocative. The book was believed to hold all the secrets of how to draw power from the moon. It was also something that could endanger the lives of all wolves. I had never seen the book. I didn’t even know if it was a real thing to me. It just sounded like something of stroys that our parents told us.

“In the time before, before life, before there was even a touch of sunlight on our planet there were ten sister deities. They were as immortal as we are and emotionless for the world around them. Thousands, maybe even millions of years passed by until one of the sisters found something alive. A small flower, beautiful and bright like a diamond. She showed it to her sisters, who were all surprised by this life. This something… so different.” She pauses for a second. “Each of the sisters held hands and made themselves as bright as the flower, and cast their souls into the skies. It’s said they made the stars and the sun, and the moon. They made everything.” “I’ve never heard that story before.

The moonlight was coming in through the window and making the room lighter. For some reason in that moment her mind went to Quinn. He’d always called her “his moon” because of her eyes. He’d once told her he’d never met another person with grey/silver eyes like hers. He told her they reminded him of the moon the way they shone. He also said that that’s what she was to him.. the Moon… because she was his light in the dark. Her mind came back to the present. Whatever was blocking the light from outside was coming into focus. She followed it up .. higher and higher until she reached the top of the object.

"Just get some pizzas. Oh, breadsticks and applesauce for Kas. Do you want anything else, Baby?" "A banana would be great. I'm really hungry." Bronx smiles. "Get the lady a banana, Milo!" I turn back to the book I'm reading. It is written in old English, so it's difficult to understand. I flip the page to find a beautiful hand-painted illustration. It is a depiction of the Moon Goddess. There's a man standing next to her that looks like a king. They are surrounded by children. She is holding a baby in her arms with gray hair and violet eyes. The title on the next page says 'Menae - Children of Selene'. No freaking way.

Aria’s POV We woke up in the Crimson park that morning, and rain fell, not real blood, of course—but the sky turned a deep red, and the light it cast made everything look stained. It felt like an omen. One of many I’d been ignoring. I was alone in the Moon Library, seated in front of a book I hadn’t dared open until now: The Royal Lineage of the Lunar Thrones. The cover was soft with age. The spine cracked like it hadn’t been touched in generations. A single silver moon was carved into the center.

I pressed it gently, and a small compartment creaked open. Inside was a worn, leather-bound book. Dust covered it like a veil. On the front, the faint outline of a moon glimmered when the light hit it. The Moon Book. Jorge had once mentioned it...the old records of prophecies and bloodlines. I thought it was just one of his old stories meant to keep me hopeful during the worst nights. I sat on the nearest chair, brushing the dust away. The leather was cracked, soft at the corners. My fingers trembled as I opened it.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

Like her, they would get their wolves and maybe, if the Moon Goddess willed it, find their mates. Her mind settled on Damon, and her heart fluttered at the mere idea of him being her mate. But she quickly dismissed the thought, knowing it was just a foolish dream. She and Damon could never be mates. That would be a silly match from the Moon Goddess herself. A knock on her door got her attention, and she went to open it. She was surprised to see Luna Anita standing there with a mini chocolate cake in her hand, a big smile on her face. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Amara,” she said warmly, her voice filled with genuine affection.