Callist Moonhidora Novels & Stories

The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

“But I haven’t properly introduced myself,” said the man in the swivel chair. He rose smoothly from the chair, showing his tall frame, and stepped in long confident strides towards Ella. “Mohred Kazor, CEO of Wyvern Minerals,” he said and almost simultaneously extended his right hand for a hand shake.

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

And now it belonged to her. Calista walked toward one of the tables covered with blue crystals. She reached out slowly, almost afraid to touch them. Her fingers gently brushed against the glass container holding them. “These are moon-infused essence jars,” she whispered. Her eyes were shining. “I have only read about these in old books.” She smiled a bit then moved to another jar. “Back at my pack, most of the pages were damaged. I spent years trying to understand them. Jake used to tell me things like this were wasted on people like me.”

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

"And now you expect me to what? Forgive you? Break some curse so you can finally die and stop feeling guilty?" "No," I said. "I do not expect anything from you, Calista. I never have." "Then why are you here?" she demanded. "Why did you save me in the parking lot? Why bring me to this place?" "Because Morgath is back," I said. "The sorcerer who cursed us. He is hunting you. And if he gets to you before the blood moon, he will consume your soul and become unstoppable." Calista laughed. It was a bitter, broken sound.

Nathaniel’s body lay still, the pendant shattered at his side, its dark power extinguished. The figure lowered their hood, revealing a woman with eyes like twin constellations, her face ageless yet marked by centuries of wisdom. “I am Lysara, Keeper of the Lunar Veil,” she said, her voice resonating through the bond, calming Alina within Autumn. “I am the last of the Callisto elders, hidden beyond the packs’ reach when the Order rose. Your blood, Autumn, and your brother’s, awakened me.”

In just a moment, Andrius devoured everything, and the five Void Thunder Dragon elders fell to the ground simultaneously with a thud. “Calista, we’re all members of the Void Thunder Dragon clan and descendants of the former Dragon Emperor. Spare us this time, won’t you?” Now terrified, the Void Thunder Dragons pleaded with Calista in low voices. They knew very well that Calista was a kind-hearted princess, so she might spare their lives if she was moved. “Mr. Moonshade…” Sure enough, Calista looked at Andrius and spoke up. Andrius raised his brows. “What? Do you intend to spare them?”

Cali said, falling back onto the bed. "Tell me what she said to you," I said sternly. "Moon said that I would meet this boy with Sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She said that whatever I do, don't drink from him. His blood would cloud my mind, and his touch would lure me in. The way his lips taste would only make me crave him more. His blood would only cause me trouble. Moon said that he was only created by someone that only wants to rule my mind and power. She said you don't fall in love with what you can't keep." Cali whispered the last part.

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.