Callist Moonhidora Novels & Stories

"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.

No, Lila is smarter than that— Wait. Why can’t I stop thinking about Lila? I left the office and paid a visit to the blood moon altar. It was built with limestone in the shape of a hand holding a bowl from the ground. It was big, enormous in fact. Seeing it gave me a little hope that the blood moon night would go as planned and I would be able to see Freya one last time. Calista came in with Maia and Kelvin in her hand. Kelvin’s blue eyes always remind me of Freya too even though she was not his real mother. I guess nothing can take Freya away from me at this point.

I said to her. "Would have done that if you guys had given me the space to actually think” My hands shoved through my hair as I watched them try to concentrate again. I exhaled softly, my gaze moving towards the window, the moon was going back to normal and it made me slightly relaxed. If Kallum needed the blood moon for his ritual then he was going to wait another year to do that. I rose up from the bed but felt his grip on my arm, pulling me back. “I'm serious, Ayla," he said. “If it comes down to him or me…

The Priestess' hair is so white and sparkling that it looks like strands of silver, so long that it drags the ground at her delicate feet. But what really draws Rhea's attention are the Priestess's eyes — which are so white and blank, it can barely see the irises and pupils. She's completely blind. And they say this is the price she paid for being a human capable of seeing the Moon Goddess herself… “Rhea Calirianne.” The Priestess called the name, completely interrupting Rhea's thoughts, who found herself mesmerized by the attention on her. “The Oracle has chosen you as the rightful partner of the 47th King of the Lycan Realm, Callisto del Amathea.”

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i