Cindy Moon Comics Novels & Stories

She didn’t know about that. “She…” Her mother’s breath hitched, “she tied him to the moon. Just him though. He won’t be able to roam the earth as a human for two weeks straight. He would be trapped in his wolf form, with no hold on his humanity, for every first two weeks of the month” A breath of relief left Shirley in a rush. Relief that at least he was not without his suffering. Werewolves took pride in their strength as wolves. Not being able to access and control that form when they wanted had to be a nightmare, innit?

Kendrick turned back to the strange girl who had done something to one of the witches that made her to kill her own. Kendrick has always heard of dark magic and all that, but he wasn't sure if any other specie had such a power. "My name is Myra." She pulls off her cloak cover and her blonde curly hair dropped down her shoulders. There was a oval chain on her forehead which Kendrick recognized to be the sign of the moon. .

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

“Your mother never told you what your blood is.” The mark on my wrist burned beneath the cloth like it agreed. Kieran’s voice went lower. “That’s why they wanted you in the Moon Cages.” Moon Cages. The words turned my stomach to ice. “What are those?” Dax’s mouth tightened. “A prison. Moon-silver and bone magic. For wolves that don’t obey.” Above us, stone trembled—scraping, dragging. The tracker had found the door. Dax’s hand closed around my wrist, steady. “You opened this gate once,” he said. “You can open deeper.”

Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am. Every night, when the moon rises high in the sky, I take a moment to thank the moon goddess for the gift of my family. Selene, with her bright smile and curious nature, always finds a way to make me laugh. She has this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Kingdom, on the other hand, is my little protector. He has a kind heart and a strong spirit, always looking out for his sister and me. Together, they make my world complete.

Clark was sitting down anxiously in the passenger seat of Matt's black SUV pickup truck as they drove through the back roads of the EastEnders pack’s territory. There were multiple trucks with beds filled to the brim with fierce claw Pack wolves, as well as numerous motorcycles as they led a mini caravan of warriors, ready to fight for the release of their Luna. With the bright light of a full moon, Clark was able to make out the edges of a deteriorating old building through the trees and grabbed Matt's arm.

There I was eye-to-eye with death. Suddenly there was a bright light. It erupted behind me, Its brightness was so intense it burned through the darkness. The rogue wolf whimpered and fell back, and there she was—the moon goddess, right in the center of the radiance. I only heard stories of her each time my mom read me a bedtime story. With a wave of her palm, the light turned into a blinding spear of energy that went straight at the rogue wolf. As it struggled to pull it off, the crackling energy exploded and its flesh scattered all over the ground and the trees.

Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath. Dorian is the son of Winona Cruz – President Cardenas' sister and the Alpha of the Legend pack, where Alpha court is located. It’s not a secret that his older sister is set to become the Luna of the Blackwood Pack. That is, if Ronan can stop postponing his ceremony. “What does your Mom plan to do about it.”

Sinai never lied when she said my mother was always the inquisitive one just like am. I wonder what she wrote down in this journal. I flip to the next page, seeing drawings like fangs, claws, furs, and maw. What are these? She didn’t write what she needed it for when on the next page she wrote. “Humans are made to believe these creatures of the moon are a myth. But what if they’re not?” Creatures of the moon? Hmm. Sharply, I open the next page. “How they’re controlled by the moon is what I’m yet to figure out. But they’re beasts of the night.”

“Maybe she hasn’t turned yet—” “Ross, if that girl is indeed the moon goddess, it’s impossible not to sense anything from her.” His brother had a point. “The spy was certain—” “But they could be wrong, Ross.” Royd shook his head. “They’d killed tens of innocent lives in search of the moon goddess. Maybe she’s one of those mistaken identity.” “But the spy who informed us worked closely with her. She even bathed her and saw the marks—” “Ross, a couple of people can have the same marks, yet that doesn’t mean anything. We both know she’s the moon goddess only if she can perform the ritual and succeed.”