Eye Of The Moon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"I promise." She slips outside into the cold night air. The moon hangs enormous in the sky, casting the snow-covered clearing in brilliant silver light. Araya walks slowly, holding Lucian close. The baby stirs but doesn't wake, content in his mother's arms. "Look," Araya whispers. "The moon, Lucian. Araya's Eye. She watches over us." The moonlight seems to intensify, bathing them both in its glow. Araya feels the hum in her blood respond, growing stronger.

Over the old domain was a red moon. But this moon wasn't quite the same as Evelyn remembered; the red moon was in pieces as if it were a spider's web, broken into small and large remnants floating in the night sky like shiny red diamonds. Evelyn lifted her head and gazed silently at the moon in the sky, the eerie red moonlight reflecting in her pupils - her eyes were even more dazzling and out of reach than the red moon in the sky. The demon Lloyd was deeply engrossed in these cold, unforgiving, red eyes that were colder than demon blood. He was on both knees, both arms severed in unison, and the wounds all over his body were covered in never-ending black flames that prevented his body from

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 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.

asked Enne. Ezra paused for a moment before answering. "There's an artifact called the 'Eye of the Moon.' It is a symbol of power and destruction. During the great war, it was lost. But I think Andhara is looking for it. If she finds it, everything will be destroyed." Altair gritted his teeth. "How do we stop her?" "You must find the Eye of the Moon first," Ezra said. "And you must be prepared for the truth to come out. Because sometimes, the truth is more devastating than lies."

“You don’t change until the first full moon after your 17th birthday. However some of us will start to have some minor changes before. Better hearing, better eyesight, better sense of smell, craving meat more, wanting to be outdoors all the time. Things like that. The first time you turn it is very painful. You have no control over it and it will happen faster if you are directly in the moon light, but it will happen even if it is cloudy. It just takes longer.” Amaris took a moment to absorb all this. Then it dawned on her. “Tonight is the full moon!” Amaris burst out standing up. Anna came over to put her arm around Amaris’ shoulders and sat her down once more. “Now you know why I have been

"I bring an offering of goodwill." Sofia opened the box to reveal an oval-shaped gem with a moonlit white glow. Its delicate workmanship made it look convincingly powerful. She placed the box in the middle of the long table. "This is a witch's artifact, the Eye of the Moon. It has the ability to heal wounds and age. Aldricus will know how to use it." There was a hint of disbelief in Aldricus' expression. "Sofia, this gift is too precious; I believe it may not be appropriate."