Comanche Moon Kindle Novels & Stories

He turns on his heel and disappears into the trees, Cassandra following him with a last disparaging look over her shoulder. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. “Are you all right?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I know it’s a ridiculous question, but I’ve been holding back from asking it all evening, and by now I can’t resist any longer. Atlas heaves a sigh, leaning back and craning his neck to look up at the night sky. Overhead, the moon is full, lighting the whole world up with an eerie glow. We’ve made camp in a clearing about half a mile away from the rest of the Blood Moon Pack; it’s as close as we can comfortably get without bringing on more of their wrath. I wasn’t exactly exp

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

"Their actually my aunt and uncle. They took me in when I was 3. That's when my parents died." "Do you know anything about them?" "Not too much. They lived elsewhere, about a couple hours away. Their names were Felix and Sasha Moon. So I guess my last name is actually Moon, too." "Moon. That sounds familiar. So maybe your aunt and uncle are wolves too!" "Why would they hide this from me then?"

"I just need... to stand up." "You need to survive," Malachi countered, his amber eyes locked onto mine. The molten gold in his irises was dark with a possessiveness that made my toes curl. "You used a Royal Command with a fractured core, Elara. Most wolves would have had their brains liquified by the feedback. You're lucky you're only paralyzed." He reached for a bowl of dark, steaming liquid on the bedside table. "Drink this. It’s crushed Moon-Root and obsidian marrow. It will taste like iron, but it will bridge the gap in your ley lines."

​"You think a little light can stop what's coming?" ​From the darkness a figure stepped out. It wasn't Thorne. It wasn't a Rogue. It was Jasmine.. Her eyes were no longer green and they weren't human. They were white, like the eyes of the Moon Goddesss chosen ones.. She wasn't holding a dagger. She was holding a crown. ​"The Sun had its day " Jasmine whispered, her voice sounding like ice cracking. "Now it's the Moons turn."

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

It had the sign of the moon on it too. "This, is the sword of Artemis, it will be your cloud in the day and fire in the night. It will be your guild. Accept this gift from the goddess of the moon." Myra bowed placing the sword in her hands. Kendrick hesitated taking it at first, but changed his mind as his took it carefully from her hands. He held it in his hands and the moon symbol on the handle of the sword glowed brightly, and so did the moon on Myra's forehead.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

The moonlit landscape gave way to the bustling streets of Nampa, a realm where the echoes of Blackmoon's transformation resonated in the cosmic winds. The journey had come full circle, and as Luna stood within the protective embrace of Nampa, she reflected on the cosmic tapestry woven through the realms. The events that had transpired in Blackmoon, the gratitude of its residents, and the alliance forged with its leader, Alpha Zephyr, painted a cosmic portrait of renewal and unity. Luna, with her arms filled with joyous laughter from her baby, strolled through Nampa. The pack members greeted her with exuberant cheers, expressing their relief and joy at her safe return. Luna's eyes reflected t