Chosen By The Moon Novels & Stories

He said. “But she hates me so why would she choose me?!” I asked as I veered my teary gaze to the Kid. “This is a good thing, Ciril. The Moon goddess chose you because you want no one but you to be her Champion! It’s so dope! I’m friends with the Chosen One—” “That’s enough, Clord!” I voiced at Clord now as I shot up to melt feet.

“I drank from the chalice.” “You have been chosen then,” she told her with a bright smile. “The priestesses of the Moon serve you and all moonkissed Lunas. You are the first Luna in years to be chosen by the Moon and claimed by your fated mate. She has appointed you as the torchbearer.” Had it truly been that long since an Alpha made his fated mate his Luna? She thought about all the packs in the region and the realization that all Lunas were chosen not by the Moon, but by the Elder Councils or World Council. How had their entire species lost their way?

“What do you mean?” “The experiments, everything—it’s all to create a vessel strong enough to hold her soul.” Selene’s throat tightened. She said nothing. Kellan looked at her surprise on his face. “You knew already?“ He chuckled slowly. “That witch is very crazy, just be careful. You’ll have to move fast, because once the moon turns full, the ritual begins.” Romano frowned. “When’s that?” Caius muttered slowly. “Tomorrow night.” Selene turned sharply. “We’re done here.”

“True. But I have the power to choose who I become.” The moon above flickered once—bright and approving. And somewhere far beyond the borders, the High Council sensed it. The Moon-Bearer had made her choice to stand. In return, the moon had chosen her as well.

“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.”

Someone in the crowd whispered, "Moon-Chosen." The mark of the Moon-Chosen. I had only heard about it in old stories. It was a rare blessing from the moon goddess. It only happened when an Alpha found his true mate and was willing to give up everything for her. It was a sign of divine approval. No one could challenge my authority now. The moon goddess herself had given me her blessing. The two guards who were coming for me stopped. They took a step back, their eyes were scared. The council members all looked shocked. Their mouths were hanging open. They didn't know what to do.

Maybe none. Maybe just a girl who didn’t want to be forgotten. The moon was full and pale. And I whispered, barely audible, “I don’t know what to choose.” And maybe the moon listened. Maybe she didn’t. But the stars didn’t laugh. Not tonight.

“The Moon Goddess chooses. Not the heart, not the bloodline.” “The Moon Festival is upon us,” another elder reminded. “The Choosing will occur, as it always does. If she is your mate, we will know.” “And if she isn’t?” Mara spoke for the first time, voice crisp and unreadable. “Then the Moon will choose another,” said Corvin. “It is not uncommon. The goddess sees what we do not.” The silence that followed was long. “Be prepared, Alpha,” Solene added, her tone softening just slightly. “This choosing... it reveals more than fated bonds. Sometimes it reveals truths we are not ready to face.”

“She not only bested the warriors and my beta, she took charge with authority like a Luna.” My heart race increased when his gaze connected with mine. “Because that's what she is,” a tiny curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. “A Luna.”

As Chloe lingered in the glade, caught between the echoes of the past and the uncertainties of the future, she whispered to the moon, "Guide me through this, old friend." In the subsequent nights, Chloe's introspection deepened. The moon, a constant companion, illuminated the path forward. Each step became a dance with destiny. Jonas and Caleb, intertwined in her thoughts, represented diverging paths. The moonlit glade transformed into a symbol of choices, its whispers carrying the weight of decisions. As Chloe faced the unknown, she drew strength from the moon's serene glow, determined to unravel the complexities of her heart and embark on the next chapter of her extraordinary journey.