Comanche Moon Kindle Novels & Stories

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

No animal dared to enter his domain, including the grizzlies that occupied the area ever since he battled the one that previously claimed the cave as home. The moon was full and shined brightly in the black sky. Kaynon lifted his head to stare into its light, feeling its mighty pull and relishing in its power. Closing his eyes, he took a deep inhale of the crisp air signifying the imminent return of autumn, and the anniversary of his pack's death. Their screams still haunted him and kept him up most nights. Another day of redemption tomorrow. He thought to himself before drifting off into a dreamless slumber. *******************************

"I like you, pequeña. For your information, you are nothing like my sister. You may look similar, but the resemblance stops as soon as you open your mouth." "Moon loved her." Where in the hell did that come from? My comment elicits a rumbling laugh from Gomez. "He still loves her, but not in the way you think. Moon needs fire in a woman. That's what I saw in you that day in the garage. You weren't afraid of Dandridge and you weren't afraid of me or my men." I munch on a few chips, and Gomez sits down in the other chair holding the bag in one hand and then grabs a few of his own. I'm dehydrated, and the salty chips taste wonderful. Who needs water when you can have chips and tequila?

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

“I like you, pequeña. For your information, you are nothing like my sister. You may look similar, but the resemblance stops as soon as you open your mouth.” “Moon loved her.” Where in the hell did that come from? My comment elicits a rumbling laugh from Gomez. “He still loves her, but not in the way you think. Moon needs fire in a woman. That’s what I saw in you that day in the garage. You weren’t afraid of Dandridge and you weren’t afraid of me or my men.” I munch on a few chips, and Gomez sits down in the other chair holding the bag in one hand and then grabs a few of his own. I’m dehydrated, and the salty chips taste wonderful. Who needs water when you can have chips and tequila?

"Just get some pizzas. Oh, breadsticks and applesauce for Kas. Do you want anything else, Baby?" "A banana would be great. I'm really hungry." Bronx smiles. "Get the lady a banana, Milo!" I turn back to the book I'm reading. It is written in old English, so it's difficult to understand. I flip the page to find a beautiful hand-painted illustration. It is a depiction of the Moon Goddess. There's a man standing next to her that looks like a king. They are surrounded by children. She is holding a baby in her arms with gray hair and violet eyes. The title on the next page says 'Menae - Children of Selene'. No freaking way.

Ellen spoke for the first time. "What pack are you from?" Maddox paused and almost hesitated when he said death moon pack. All the Color drained from Ellen's face, and she sat down on the ground. The death moon pack was the most dangerous and violent pack in North America. They were known for absorbing packs. They owned almost as much land as the mountain moon pack. She couldn't possibly go with him. But this is who the moon goddess chose for her.

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

Please, someone just kill me, the pain is too much to endure. ‘Keeva, I’m coming.’ Channon's voice is a whisper, hardly audible beneath the incessant ringing in my head. Another huge jerk almost snaps my wolfs back in two and my head is ripped back to my tail. The night sky is dark above me and I search the darkness for the moon while imploring our Moon Mother to save us. The clouds part like the red sea and the instant glow of her light silences the horrendous noise in my head. Selina gargles on the thick mucus that has filled our mouth and the taste of bitter wolfsbane plunders our senses and renders us silent. I can feel our life force slipping further and further away. ‘Keeva, I’m here’

"So Kimberly is the Moon Goddess of all werewolves, and she has no idea that this is true? Now I see why she constantly tries to find a peaceful solution to every problem, regardless of who is involved! Mohandia was preoccupied with her own thoughts as she attempted to avoid making eye contact with Kimberly too much so that she would not give away the fact that she was thinking about her. *****************FlashBack**************** Little Mohandia was accompanied by her father, the chief of the Kinzazu tribe, while they sat outside together throughout the night. She was looking forward to the night stories that her father would always tell her, as well as the way in which he would always talk