Chosen By The Moon By Izabella W の小説・ストーリー

I could tell with one hundred percent certainty none of these women were that way. My father’s right hand man and Beta, a man named Cooper, had pulled me aside one day to tell me about a potential opportunity to find a mate. I had been invited to join the cast of some show called Luna’s Choice. At first, I brushed it aside. I wanted no part in something like that. There was no way any of the contestants on the show would make for a good Luna.

“Enzo, please. Just come for a little while! You don’t have to stay the whole night.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Isabella, why are you so obsessed with this?” “Because a Mate is a gift from the Moon Goddess.” I replied. His expression softened, and for a moment, I thought he might agree. But then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Isabella. But I can’t.” I snapped. “Enzo, you’re being stubborn! What harm could it do just to come and enjoy the festival?” He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “Because I don’t believe in it, Isabella. I don’t believe the Moon Goddess should decide who we love. I don’t want to be tied to someone just because the Moon Goddess says so.”

A smile that held no warmth held within it. Once the neutrality blessing was complete, the chamber began to hum. Kieran was brought forward. As the priestesses began to circle him as they chanted, but what happened next surprised everyone. A portal opened, and a woman stepped through. Her body looked as if it were made up of moonlight itself. It could only be one person. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed, bowing. Everyone else has done the same. “Rise,” said the Goddess, “who here claims that my will was carried out properly. By removing his man’s wolf Demon?”

I whispered to the creature again. This time— it answered differently. “I was the first thing the divided moon touched.” The chamber went still. The divided moon. Again. The creature stepped closer. “And your bloodline was created to imprison what remained of me.” My breathing became uneven. Created. Not born. No . (Flashback) A black sky splitting open. A silver moon cracking apart violently. Darkness falling from it like liquid shadow. Ancient wolves screaming. Then women marked with silver symbols standing in a circle.

I had thought everyone was just exhausted from the week-long political summits. “They knew,” I breathed, a horrific sob choking me. “They all fucking knew.” “Of course they did,” Selene purred, reaching into the folds of her dress. Moonlight caught the wicked, gleaming edge of a silver dagger. “An Alpha doesn’t change the hierarchy without preparing his court. You were a magnificent stepping stone, Katniss. Truly. But it’s time for the real Luna to take her seat.”

“He knows everything about your mother. He shouldn’t have come here with you, because he doesn’t have a need for it. Your friend, on the other hand. . . .” She trails off. Chiara glares at Lazaro, but he just takes some chips and stuffs them all in his mouth, religiously avoiding his daughter’s gaze. With that, Amari faces me again. “Your mother. . . .” She falters as though saying the name is hard. “Isabel. She was our Queen. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with a Silver Wolf, the most powerful there is. Her bravery and her beauty was known by everyone, and that was how she managed to capture the attention of your father.”

“Ava…” She turned to him, voice steady. “I remember everything.” “She’s not the only one who was forged in shadow.” “I was forged in love.” —THE MOON HEALS Above them, the moon pulsed faintly. A single crack sealed shut. The blood stopped falling. And the whisper of the Moon Goddess returned. “Daughter of flame. You are no longer just chosen. You are the Chooser.”

Isabella sought to control us all, to bend the pack to her will. I continued my pursuit, all the while keeping a safe distance. We arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight, and Isabella's presence took on a more ethereal quality. She stood at the epicenter, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. As I watched, a surge of energy rippled through the clearing, and the Moon Goddess appeared before her with a radiance that could rival the moon itself. Her voice carried a soothing power, her words filled with wisdom and protection.

With shaking hands, Isabella unrolled the parchment. Three lines shone in gold, fresh as ink just dried. “When the child seals the flame…” “The stars will return to silence…” “And the Moon shall walk the earth to judge her wolves.” She looked up at Seraphina, almost in panic. “It’s her.” Seraphina nodded, her expression grim. “The Moon Goddess didn’t just grant the prophecy. She was bound to it. Lyon’s choice triggered the last part.” “Then why did she come now?” Isabella asked as her heart was beating so hard.

Her eyes are pools of liquid silver, a reflection of the moon itself, and they sparkle with a wisdom that seems to transcend time and space. Izzy’s breath catches in her throat. She has never seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life. “Isabela,” the Moon Goddess whispers, her voice soft and calm. “I am glad you could join me here.” “Are you the real one this time?” she asks, apprehensive, even if the feeling matches her presence. “This is my domain, my dear child.” “I never thought I would get to meet you on my first attempt.” “There is much that I want to share with you. Much that I want you to understand.” The Moon Goddess gazes at her and Izzy’s heart fills with warmth. “But as you’ve e