Chosen By The Moon Novels & Stories

There’s an hour left for the moon to rise and my blood hums in anticipation. Donning the robe, I make my way to the lake. It is a twenty minute walk and the cool air makes me calm down. As I stand on top of the rock, I look to the sky, taking in the sight of the full moon, a hint of trepidation enters my blood. The last time I stood here, things had not gone well. “This time will be different,” I promise myself. “This time, Max will be mine.” At first, I mistake the soft laughter for the whistling of the wind.

voice serious. "I've received word from the moon goddess herself. She has chosen one of us to be her descendant." The pack falls silent, their eyes widening in shock and awe. Andrea can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knows how important this is, how much it means to all of them. "Who?" someone asks eagerly. Tyler smiles. "Andrea. The moon goddess has chosen Andrea to be her descendant." Andrea can feel her eyes filling with tears as the pack erupts into cheers and howls. She can hardly believe it herself, that she has been chosen by the moon goddess herself.

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

I consoled. "Alpha Herveaux," she called beautifully. "Speak, Moon Goddess," I said, bowing my wolf to her. "Your Luna would be chosen today," if it were a gathering, the whole crowd would have been murmuring, but no one dared; it was silent. "Yes, moon goddess," I decided if she didn’t choose Daciana again, I would gladly decline and reject whoever she chooses.

Then he turned to face every elder, every warrior crowding the doorway and every packmate straining to see from the hall beyond. When he spoke, his voice filled the room completely. "The Moon Goddess does not choose titles," he said. "She does not choose faces or sizes or positions. She chooses blood. She chooses purpose. She chooses the one who was built to carry what this pack needs most." He turned to Bella one last time. Then a voice came. The Moon Goddess's voice! Not from him. Not from Elder Crest. Not from any person in that room. It came from everywhere at once, from the walls and the floor and the mark blazing on Bella's wrist and it filled every corner of the packhouse until every

"Grace, I'm turning down your invitation. I already promised Lilith the opening dance." Darian shook off my hand without hesitation and walked toward Lilith. Whispers rippled through the crowd — mocking me for being rejected after asking my own fated mate to dance. But none of them knew how happy I was. Because I had been reborn. I was back at my twenty-second birthday ball. I was the only daughter of the Stone Creek Pack Alpha, and Darian was my fiancé.

Close enough to touch. A figure descends from it. Beautiful. Terrible. Hair like starlight. Eyes like graves. "Little heir," the Moon Queen says. Her voice shakes the mountains. "You were meant to be my replacement. My freedom. My end to eternal watching." "I choose differently," I say. My voice is steady. Kael's hand finds mine. The bond hums between us. "I choose him. I choose life. I choose a future you never wrote." She smiles. Cold. Sad. "Then you choose war."

There has been too much emotion, and too much he didn’t know how to handle. Another hour passed, still nothing. Elder Rowan stepped forward with embarrassed expression. “Perhaps the time isn’t right,” he said. Astra’s face twisted. “What do you mean the time isn’t right? You said this was the night—this is the night for the Luna to be chosen!” Rowan cleared his throat. “The moon decides, not us.” Another elder nodded. “If it stays silver, then Bloodfang is not meant to receive a Luna tonight.” Kael’s jaw locked. “That makes no sense. We prepared everything. The signs were clear.”

The crowd grew quiet, waiting as she began to speak. “Under the full light of the Moon Goddess, we gather,” she intoned in a calm voice. “To bind two souls in unity, strength, and eternal loyalty. Tonight, Alpha Alec of Night Crescent Pack and Amanda Graymoon of the Graymoon Pack join as one — bound by blood, by vow, and by destiny.” Elder Rowan stepped forward and dipped his staff into the glowing moonwater. He lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the altar stone, making a hissing sound before turning into a thin silver mist.

"We have hurt her before, and we can do it again. This time, we will end it." "But how?" Kade asked as he stepped forward. His tranquillity shook as a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. "She's in touch with the moon in ways we don't fully understand. If she is correct about the moon backing her" "The moon's not backing her," Luna cut in, her tone sounding almost unduly sharp but laced with doubt. "Not entirely; it chose me, not her. I just... I donít know how to wield that choice yet."