Eye Of The Moon Novels & Stories

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Amara's POV The moon, a heavy, swollen orb of molten gold, hung in the ink-black sky, radiating an almost sentient glow. It felt less like a celestial body and more like a silent, all-knowing presence, aware of the profound, sacred event that was about to unfold. Its luminescence streamed through the large window of the guest chamber, painting the familiar room in hues of silver and shadow.

Close enough to see his eyes weren't just amber—they held the same galaxy-flecked patterns as Cynthia's. "Second Moon," the goddess whispered, as the vision began to fray at the edges. "The mate the cosmos provides when the first was never true. Second Chance."

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

“You stopped breathing.” I blinked, trying to find my voice. “The Moon… I saw her.” Raven froze. Mason frowned. “What do you mean?” “I saw the Moon Goddess,” I whispered. “She said… I’m the bridge.” Raven and Mason exchanged a look , one that said too much. Fear. Worry. Doubt. “What did she mean?” Mason asked. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But…” I touched my right eye , it burned faintly under my skin. When I looked down, the reflection in my knife showed it glowing again. Not faintly , bright, alive.

Dorian froze mid-motion, wiping grease from his hands. “Mira?” he repeated softly. “She died three Winter Solstices ago.” “You’re lying.” Rowan’s face twisted, disbelief flickering into anger. “I can smell her scent in that room.” “I’m not lying.” Dorian pointed toward the alley beyond the tavern. “three Winter Solstices ago, the family from that malpractice case cornered her there—under the blood moon. They used silver-forged blades, cut deep until her wolf couldn’t heal.

Afte giving in one last wave, I ran to my room as Axel’s voice echoed in his office. “How long do you plan on keeping Alpha Ky’s warriors here?” After shutting the door, I was able to enter my room of silence. Thankfully, Pitch Perfect 2 was on next so I didn’t have to look through the channels. After a little thinking, I decided to make the moon the main focus of the picture. It was be mostly the moon with some fog. The moon will be pretty bright with a little extra shiny spots on it. Maybe even a wolf in the corner of it. It will depend how I feel when I get started.

Like Aria was being unmade and remade all at once. When my vision finally cleared, I couldn't breathe. Our mate had changed. Gone was the soft honey-blonde hair, replaced by midnight black locks with streaks of deep crimson. Her skin glowed like moonlight on fresh snow, covered in strange tattoos that pulsed with power. When she smiled, I caught glimpses of delicate fangs behind blood-red lips. But her eyes… Moon Goddess, her eyes. They shifted between molten gold and burning crimson, holding ancient knowledge and predatory hunger in equal measure.

It wasn't the moon. ​It was a single pulsing eye.

It is now or never. His fangs glint in the moonlight. He yanks my head to the side. As his fangs hover over my neck, I try to stab him with the branch. It barely penetrates his skin before it breaks. That was my only chance. Suddenly, I hear a deep growl from behind me. I glance out of the corner of my eye, I see a huge black wolf with glowing blue eyes. He pounds on the vampire. He’s beautiful as his fur shimmers in the moonlight. The vampires back away from me.