Conjure One Tears From The Moon Novels & Stories

“I think you are wrong. People may hate the monster but they love you.” Ted was shaking his head. “No one…” “Cathy. She loves you.” “She does not. She loves the idea of having a mate…” “You are wrong. She loves the idea of having you as a mate. Your souls are bound by the moon goddess. I will prove to you that you are bound for life.” He opened his hand. Suddenly a huge lump appeared in his hand and when it broke through his skin, it was Ted’s congealed blood that he had absorbed. He let it go and dropped it into the water, creating a huge splash.

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.

“Now that is what I am calling a mission worth dying for! I mean who else can think of stealing the treasure bestowed by the Moon Goddess herself, but you, Diana lass! Such a precious thing you are!” Rakiz Lemoir was about to grasp Diana’s cheeks. But when his hands were an inch close to her, she sidestepped and paced back and forth in front of the smirking Rakiz Lemoir. Moon’s Tears. A small gem that was made from the Moon Goddess’s tear, she gave it to the first alpha of the Blood Claws Pack. But the ancestors of the Blood Claws Pack surrendered it to his beloved, an alpha’s daughter from the Crescent Pack.

Maya Woods was born an Omega. Weak, unwanted, and treated as nothing more than a slave in her pack. But fate bound her to Alpha Damien, the powerful young Alpha who refused to claim her, yet refused to let her go.Used in secret and ignored in public, Maya’s life was a cycle of pain and false promises until the night everything changed. Broken, bleeding, and on the edge of death, she was saved by the most feared Lycan King of all, Rasmus.With Rasmus, Maya discovered a new truth about herself, a hidden power no Omega was meant to carry, and a bond stronger than anything she had ever known. But love in the Lycan world is never simple. Desire burns, enemies circle, and betrayal waits closer than

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

(Clara's POV) The light in the deep forest was growing dimmer with every step. I'd been walking alone for nearly four hours. In the dark soil directly ahead, a cluster of plants glowed with a faint silver light. Moongrass. The Black Moon Pack's ancient records were clear: Moongrass and the Tears of the Moon Goddess always grew together. The Tears had to be within a mile of this spot. All I had to do was find the Tears and swallow them. The mate bond would be severed completely. I'd be free.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

The fear of Lola and Crescent moon pack not being able to take down my asshole of a mate. Everything crashed on me and I cried until I could no longer cry. I cried until my eyes dried up and refused to produce more tears. I cried until I became numb and could no longer feel anything. Just when I felt myself being pulled into the abyss of darkness again, I sent a silent prayer to the moon goddess. Please, strengthen her enough to be able to take him down. We all need your help, moon goddess.

“Not my life.” She stole it. The hunger inside him reared, delighted by the theft dressed as generosity. He throttled it like a man strangling a serpent in a barrel. It bit. He bled. He didn’t let go. The moon cracked. A clean, impossible sound, thin glass cut by a perfect knife, rang through bone and stone and blade. The disc split along an old scar, one only gods had seen. Light didn’t pour; it bled, slow, thick, silver-white, down into the night until the whole sky seemed to shine from within.

Gunner didn’t respond, he just stared at me wide eyed. “Gunner?” I whispered, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry, say that again” he mumbled with a shake of his head. I took a deep breath and smiled, “I passed out, yes? Well, that happened because the Moon Goddess, Selene, called me to her home” “The Ethereal Plane?” Gunner cut in,