Chosen By The Moon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Leaving little nips that left my blood roaring. “ I'll give you the world Tala, I love you and all of this is real”. I gasped, pressing my body against his broad chest, so I could lay on top of him. “ Why'd you choose me?”. I asked him, searching his eyes for answers. “ I didn't. The moon goddess chose you for me”. His red eyes glowed under the moonlight. “ And what do you think?. Did she choose right?”. I asked him using my fingers to trace the hairs on his chest.

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The sound eased the remaining hurt lingering in my chest. I would do anything for this little girl. Elva fell asleep soon after. I returned her to her bed and tucked her in. The news station had sliced together a preview for the consort selection ceremony. The flashes of Nicholas made my heart ache. “Who will be selected as candidates for the Luna Choosing Game?” a voice said over the footage of the royal family. “Any woman in the kingdom could be selected. It could be your friend or your neighbor. Or, it could be you.”

She rose, and the runes brightened. “Your people were feared,” Maela said. “Not because they were strong—but because they were chosen.” “Chosen by who?” “By Selene. The moon goddess herself.” The name hit like thunder in my chest. I’d never heard it spoken aloud. Not in truth. Just in stories, in myths older than the packs themselves. “You mean like... a goddess chose them as her wolves?” “No.” Maela stepped closer. “I mean she made them.” ---

"As the Silver Moon Luna, you would be immune to all curses. You could be with him safely. But Luna, this choice has to be yours alone. Not for revenge, not for love, not for duty. For yourself." The moon directly overhead had turned completely silver, bathing everything in ethereal light. Luna could feel the moment of choice upon her. She looked at Vincent. "Whatever I choose, know that what I feel for you is real. It was never about Marcus, not really." "I know, little moon," Vincent said softly. "And whatever you choose, I'll support you." Luna stood, drawing on the last of her strength. The pack held its breath as she raised her face to the silver moon.

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.

POV: Arsen Dragunov Arsen said nothing for a long moment after the words left his consigliere's mouth. He set his phone down on the glass table with a precision that felt more dangerous than any shout would have. "Say that again." "The Council has chosen your bride." Nikolai's voice came steadier this time, though Arsen could hear the tightness underneath it. "Kang Sera. The De Luca widow." Arsen stood and walked to the window, the city lights spread out beneath him like a map of something he didn't fully own anymore. His reflection stared back at him from the glass, calm on the surface, nothing underneath moving the way it should have.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

In fact, all these years, he had practically raised me as the future Luna. I lowered my eyes and said softly, "Lucian, I want to go to the Moon Goddess' Sacred Ground in three days." The air suddenly went still, and Lucian's gaze darkened sharply. "Freya, you should know what it means once the Sacred Ground is opened." Among the werewolves, only those truly chosen by the Moon Goddess would receive the summons. To set foot on the Sacred Ground was to renounce one's former life of one's own free will.

“Who chose me?” Veyra’s smile widened. “The Moonstone. And the thing it holds.” Outside, the glacier groaned. And somewhere far below, ice began to crack. ----------------