Daughters Of The Moon Series Novels & Stories

She set her forearms on the stone railing and looked up at the sky. The moon was full, fat and silver, hanging low over the castle. Maddox followed her. He stood beside her, close enough to catch her scent. Something floral, something earthy, something that made his wolf stir restlessly beneath his skin. "Do you know," Hecate said softly, her eyes still fixed on the moon, "that the Goddess and her daughters visit the earth during the full moon? She descends in her silver chariot, scattering light like seeds. And any pack touched by that light becomes prosperous."

They called her the weakest omega. Sophia Blake has spent nineteen years surviving in Moonridge Pack. Wolf-less, powerless, and treated as a servant, she has learned never to dream of a better life. Until one night, she meets a mysterious stranger. He is arrogant, powerful, and strangely familiar. Neither knows the other's identity, but something ancient stirs between them. One unforgettable night later, Sophia believes she has finally found someone who might choose her. Then the Moon Goddess chooses her mate. Damon Scott—the Alpha Prince. For one breathtaking moment, Sophia thinks her life is about to change. Instead, Damon looks her in the eyes and rejects her befor

The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2)

Clara's screams echoed, the result of the ongoing battle between two inner beasts and the poison she had ingested. The substance ravaged her from within, consuming her slowly. If Clara were a mere mortal, she would have succumbed long ago. Gasping, Damian withdrew his hand from Clara's head, a mixture of pain and sorrow etched across his face. "Oh, no, Clara," he whispered, overwhelmed by the intense suffering his daughter endured. The pain she bore was too much for her fragile frame, and it would only intensify. The darkness crept closer, with just ten minutes remaining until 7 PM, the time when the full moon would rise.

They were the Obsidian Council, the elite warriors and mages who kept the Boundary secure. ​“Alpha,” a woman with silver hair and eyes like chips of ice stepped forward. Her scent was sharp—peppermint and ancient iron. “The Boundary roared an hour ago. We felt the resonance in the ley lines. Is this…?” ​“This is Elara,” Malachi said, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on the small of my back. “The last daughter of the Southern Lineage. My mate. Your Luna.”

Usually my pendant heats up during these visions and attacks, but never like this. I see bloody footprints going towards the wall that goes towards the forest. I begin to smell blood strongly and hear Dad's terrified screams. I cover my ears with my hands and begin to recite the old chant my mother taught me when I was a child. He always makes those images go away. I close my eyes and sing with more conviction, but I feel like my body is floating. I open my eyes and realize I'm in the living room. I see my mother lying lifeless on the floor, her throat slashed and her eyes open and lifeless gray.

Korra geared me. Her words sank deep, cutting through the noise in my head. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah! I've got this! I am Lyra, daughter of Aurora, the last bloodline of the moon!” I bit hard on my lips. Korra placed her hand on my shoulder before rising. “I’ll step outside and let you do this on your own.” We both nodded at each other before she took her leave, her footsteps slowly fading behind me. I took in a deep breath, then another, staring at the flickering candles, then at the crystal resting like a sleeping star on the footstool. My palms hovered above it.

“How can I ever explain this to our child? That her father turns into a wolf under the moon? That her blood might get her killed?” She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “This is insane.” Marie moved toward the door. “If staying with you means endangering our daughter, then I can’t do it. I won’t.” “No Marie, please, Don’t leave me. This is exactly what I feared.” She gripped the doorknob, her heart racing. “Goodbye, Jade.” But then she heard it, a sound so raw, so animalistic, it froze her blood. A deep growl. She turned slowly and gasped.

I was cast out of the pack with nothing— No title. No Luna severance. No den to call my own. And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate. This time, I won’t beg for his love. This time, I won’t tether him to pain. This time, I’ll sever the bond before it begins. I could already hear the gears of fate turning, and this time, I would move first. --- A blinding light burst from the hands of the Moon Goddess.

The beast shuddered, let out a low whine, and then collapsed into dust at her feet. “So it is true,” she whispered. Her voice was soft, almost tender, but the cruel joy in it filled the room like poison. “The Alpha’s daughter carries the moon’s power. A gift that should never have been hers. That light belongs to me.” With a sweep of her hand, the black water stirred and rose into shapes. Images formed on its surface—Lyra clutching her child, Damien standing over them like a shield, and the pack gathered in silence, caught between awe and fear.