Callist Moonhidora Novels & Stories

But before his hand could reach me, the phone vibrated again. This time, it was a video call. Dorian hesitated for two seconds before turning away from me and answering it anyway. He left the door slightly ajar, and I could see through the gap. Calista stood in front of a mirror in the white gown for the Moon Goddess ceremony, her eyes red. "Dorian, do I look bad?" "It feels a little tight at the waist." Dorian's gaze softened instantly. "You look beautiful. Don't change it." "Anything looks good on you."

“And your job is…?” “My job,” Elara said, a smirk playing on her lips as her fingers danced across a keyboard Jack couldn’t see, “is to make ghosts talk and make walls disappear.” A new window popped up on the main screen. It was a live satellite feed, rapidly zooming in on a gritty, industrial section of the city. It centered on a nondescript brick building with a faded sign depicting a howling wolf. “For example, our primary target: The Moon’s Howl. Owned by a shell corporation, which is owned by another, which funnels its profits to an offshore account registered to one… Kael.”

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over campus, Charlie, Maya, Ethan, and Liam gathered in their secret hiding place, the old abandoned hedge garden behind the science building. The air was thick with anticipation; they had been waiting for this moment for weeks. The four friends had been diligently gathering information about the plot against the werewolf king, and now they were ready to share their findings with Jessica.

Strength lay in us now, understated but obvious, stronger through the help of the Moon and the presence of Kallos. "I won’t stay silent," I said at last, voice firmer, more purposeful. "I won’t hide forever, I’ll reclaim what was stolen, not for ego, not for pride, but to restore balance. Darius, Kaida—they’ll pay for what they’ve done. And the Moon will witness it all." Kallos's eyes gently softened. He closed the distance, carefully, giving me space but stating his presence. Between us, the air hummed, quiet but persistent, a current pulsating beneath the surface. Feeling it sweeping against my skin, linking us through Helena's instincts.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

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.”

Aerian asks. “You are probably right my dark luna. We need to find out if your mother is alive or not Cahal. Savannah and Daniel do you think you can find the proof that we need?” I asked. “We will get on it. All I need is a name.” Savannah states. “Her name is Lavitrya Gallegos.” Cahal says. Cahal shows a picture of his mother that he had saved on his phone. Aerian let out a gasp as her cup slipped from her hand. Thank fuck for shifter speed. I caught the cup before it hit my damn desk. I can feel her start to shake.

The town's elders, the keepers of the forgotten knowledge, held the key to unlocking the secrets buried within Silverwood's soul. As the nights grew darker and the full moon loomed overhead, I found myself drawn into a clandestine world hidden beneath the surface. I met Gabriel, a brooding and enigmatic figure who had dedicated his life to hunting the creatures that prowled in the moonlit shadows. His haunted eyes told a story of personal loss, a tragedy that had driven him to confront the curse head-on.

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.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.