Daughters Of The Moon Series Novels & Stories

A scroll tied with silver ribbon. I untied the ribbon with trembling fingers and unrolled the parchment. The writing was in an old-fashioned script, but I could read it clearly. *Miriam Silvermoon, daughter of Elena Silvermoon and Marcus Silvermoon, born under the blood moon of the autumn equinox. Marked by the Moon Goddess as The Moon's Last Voice, keeper of the ancient magics, guardian of the balance between light and dark.* My mother. The scroll was talking about my mother. I read on, my heart pounding harder with each line, but as the truth sank in, something inside me cracked.

The blood moon hung low over the rebuilt Project Reaper facility, bathing the ruins in crimson light. Five years had passed since the birth of our daughters and the integration of Elias into our family. Five years of preparation, of raising children who carried the weight of cursed bloodlines while teaching them they were more than experiments. Aurora, now five, stood tall beside her father with the fierce confidence of a born leader. Seraphina, four and a half, gripped my hand tightly, her grey eyes sharp and unafraid. Elias, ten years old, stood protectively in front of his sisters, knife strapped to his side like the warrior he was becoming. Our youngest, little Dante — named after the in

At Darius, looking at me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. “And now they’re afraid of me,” I whispered. Darius nodded. “And they’re afraid of her.” He nodded to Aria. “The records say Moonblood runs stronger in females. That a Moonblood daughter can either unite the Lycan lines… or destroy them.” The room went silent. Outside, the wind howled through the Citadel like a warning. Elias tightened his grip on Aria’s blanket. “Nobody’s gonna hurt her. Not while I’m here.”

Damien “Beneath the hush of silver light, When stars stand still in frozen night, A daughter lost, by fate concealed, Shall rise where ancient blood is sealed. From southern ash to northern frost, She walks the path once feared and lost, With blue eyes that burn like center flame, And whispers bound to Luna’s name. The heir of moon and shadowed line, Marked by fate and old design, Her pulse shall stir the sleeping wild, The goddess speaks through chosen child.

The wounds seemed to be healing, but for some reason they stopped. "What is going on? It looks like they were healing until you came over here then it stopped." We stood there for a moment while I noticed a moon tattoo or mark on her right wrist. "Hey, move over here for a bit. I want to see something." "Alright, I am not really sure why but fine." As I moved toward my brother and the light of the moon hits her back and not only did the mark on her wrist glowed, but her back started healing once more.

Descendants of the Moon I opened the book and read the introduction. Werewolves are a creation of the Moon Goddess, whom they worship as the supreme being, but there are also those who are her direct descendants. Daughters of the Moon Goddess, who roam the Earth among us. They are superior to all wolves, as royal blood runs through their veins. Beware of the power of the daughters of the Moon Goddess, for there is no stronger creature in the world than them. — Daughters of the goddess... Wandering the Earth among us... — I murmured.

Another passage read: “She will see the woman in blue. She will walk the edge of past and future. And when the time comes, the Moon will call her home.” Tears welled in my eyes. Not from fear—but recognition. Like some part of me had waited my whole life to read these words. Behind me, someone stepped into the library. It was Thane. He paused when he saw the book in my hands. “You found that?” I nodded slowly. His face was unreadable. “Only the marked ones can read it.” “The marked?” He stepped closer, voice low. “Daughters of the Moon. Carriers of her blood. They come once in a generation. Sometimes less. And when they do… the world changes.”

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

The moon represents love, coldness, and compassion. Watching everything from afar, it holds all the mysteries of the world. Being the oldest guards of the world, it protects humans from the dead and profane creatures that are hiding under the dark with its silvery light. But that day there's no moon and moonlight. It's completely dark in that eerie midnight. The place was weirdly silent and cold, perhaps the air and the trees know what type of merciless act going to happen there. Tides moved slowly in fear and no other creature is awake to witness it.