By The Light Of The Moon Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I lift my chin toward the sky. “The moon chose him. Not ambition. Not politics. Not royal decree.” My voice sharpens. “The moon does not make mistakes.” The air shifts. The clouds above begin to move—slow at first, then with purpose. Liam inhales sharply beside me. I feel it too. The moon is listening. The ground trembles as silver light spills into the arena, brighter than it has any right to be in full daylight. The runes blaze, symbols lifting from stone and hovering in the air like living things.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

"I swear, I'll be everything you want. I'll be the good little mouse you keep telling me to be. Just… don't do this. Please." The darkness of the room pressed down on me as he flipped off the last light, leaving only a faint glow from the moon seeping through the window. That cold, silvery light barely reached us, casting long shadows that made the entire scene even more haunting. I felt completely exposed, trapped, and helpless.

What if any of these demons turns out to be stronger and will kill her beloved? Selene finally got up and sat on the bed, looking around the darkened room as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight shone through the open window into the room and Selene looked at its fullness. It was on such a moonlit night that she was born 17 years ago. Now she appreciated the meaning of her name. Mother could not have called her otherwise, seeing something so beautiful like a full moon. Selene looked out the window, and despite the late hour, she saw very well the ruined garden.

The world fractured in light. One heartbeat, I had the beast in my sights—its grotesque form lunging, claws slashing, hunger written across its snarling face. The next, a scream ripped from Amelia’s throat, and the forest erupted. Light tore through the clearing, blinding, searing, raw. It burned across my vision, swallowed every shadow, and for a single breath I thought it had consumed us all. Not fire. Not steel. Something older. Wilder.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

Fionn listened to her words, and he began to fight. He reached deep within himself, and he found the light. He focused it, and he used it to push back the darkness. And then, with one final, powerful effort, he banished the shadow from his heart. He was free, and he felt the light within him like a bright, shining beacon. The Moon Goddess smiled, and she said, "You have done well, Fionn. Your journey is not over, but you have taken a great step forward. Remember, the light is always within you. Use it wisely, and always fight for what is right." And then, she was gone.

I carefully laid him back down. Closing my eyes, I appealed to the only natural light available, the light of the moon. It was almost full and glowed brightly above the electric street lamps. It wasn't as easy as using sunlight. The moonlight felt weaker, maybe because its light was a reflection of the sun. Truth. Yes. That was it. But it could still work. I'd try sending it straight into Zander's wound.