Cascade Kingdom Moon 19 Novels & Stories

At twenty-one, she found her fated mate. At twenty-five, he rejected her for political power and wealth. Now, two years later, she has rebuilt what little life she has left among humans, studying to become a teacher and returning to her former pack only for the sister she refuses to abandon. But when the Red River Pack falls under Lycan attack, her quiet survival is shattered. The Alpha is killed, her former mate rises in his place, and she is sacrificed over to the Lycans as a spoil of war. The Lycan Prince recognizes her as his mate. For Lycans, the mate bond is sacred, unbreakable, and fatal to deny. For werewolves, second chances are rare but possible. For Lycan royalty, a wolf mat

**Jacobi Interjects:** "Charlie has also been gathering intel from her peers at New Moon Academy. While many students dismiss the rumors as mere gossip, a few are taking them seriously. We need to act quickly before the situation escalates." **Alpha Devin Responds:** "How much time do we have before this coup is set to take place?" **Jessica Replies:** "We have about two months Luke says they are going to complete their plans at the full moon festival. It's supposed to be a time of celebration where the king reconnects with the werewolf community. The large-scale festivities would be the perfect cover for a calculated strike. We need to rally our allies and prepare for what could be a signif

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

He only knew that his mate was standing in the line of fire, holding a silver pitcher while the moon screamed overhead. Elder Corvin’s voice boomed across the courtyard, announcing Cassia Ashford as the council-recognized Luna candidate. The pack lowered their heads in unified submission. Cassia stepped into the moon circle. She was beautiful. Composed. Almost convincing. Maera began the chant. The black-silver bracelet on Cassia’s wrist glowed faintly, a sickly pulse against her skin. Then Cassia called her wolf. Silver light gathered beneath her flesh. Mira’s scar burned so sharply she nearly dropped the moonwater bowl. The pain was blinding, a searing brand of recognition.

"The Moon Goddess is a bringer of tides and dreams, Jasmine. She is not a killer. Whatever is speaking through you is a corruption." Jasmine smiled, it was a devious smile. "Lets see how you handle the Night." She put the crown on her head and a wave of cold energy erupted. It threw Damon and Elara back toward the edge. The sky, which was just getting dark was suddenly dominated by a moon glowing with a sickly silver light. "The Lunar Rite " Caspian shouted, struggling to stand. "She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!"

Her words were a beacon, guiding me toward accepting my strength and the role I was about to step into. Under the luminous glow of the full moon, my transformation began, a spectacle of nature's profound magic that Cassy witnessed for the first time. The moonlight cascaded down, its silver beams wrapping around me like a cocoon, enhancing the power and intensity of the shift. This night, marked by the ceremony, was not just another evening but a pivotal moment, and the Moon Goddess seemed to take a keen interest in my transition.

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.