Eye Of The Moon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

Damn, I need a drink. Filling up another glass of whiskey I hear the door open, my body stiffens as I instantly recongnize the scent. Turning slowly, looking into the emberal green eyes I have grown to love and adore. They are staring back at me with so much hate and contempt I can't believe it. Internally slapping myself across the face I realize the room still smells like sex. She knows I just mated with my Luna. Her eyes dark to my neck and a fresh wave a tears spring to her eyes.

The other wolves stepped back and watched the lone wolf who had intercepted the beast. The lone wolf with blue eyes remained perched on the beast's back, after sniffing the beast with its bloody muzzle to make sure that the beast was truly dead, thus confirming its death, he raised his head and stared at the other wolves with his piercing blue eyes that could make just about any wolf cower in fear. Understanding the unspoken language, the wolves looked up at the moon and howled in separate unison, paying homage to the lunar prowess of the moon and announcing their triumph. As one wolf was ending the howling, the other was picking it up and this went on for a few minutes.

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

Lucy and I used this factor to our advantage to escalate the magnitude of Marcus' relationship with Sylvia. Soon, a video clip became viral on the Internet. It recorded the day when I walked into Marcus and Sylvia being lovey-dovey in the ward. In fact, the video captured Marcus' coldness toward me, Sylvia's smug smile as the mistress, and my fragile visage very clearly.

Fiona's pov “There’s a second moon,” Elandra said without looking up from her scrying bowl. “Just for a breath. Then it vanishes.” I blinked. “That’s not possible.” “No,” she agreed. “And yet.” I followed her gaze to the water’s surface, where the vision shimmered. Two pale orbs hung in the sky, one full and steady—the other flickering, red-veined, pulsing like a heartbeat. For an instant, they turned in tandem. Then the second winked out like a candle.

Her right eye is dark brown, almost black. It is said that the nacré eye lets her see into the nether world and the realm of the Moon Goddess. Her other eye lets her see this world. ‘If you want to know more about your relationship with her I need something of her, a hair, some saliva, something that contains her essence,' Olwyn instructed. Effectively not answereing any of my questions. With a hint of a smile dancing on her lips she wished me luck and waved me off. Gunner and I agree that she knows more than she is telling. We also know that there is no way that we’re going to get the information from her. Fate will have to reveal itself.

"A fated mate is a pull you have towards someone. Someone who was made by the Moon Goddess just for you. As soon as you find a fated mate, most times the pull is so strong, your emotions run wild and boom, you're having sex 24/7. A chosen mate would be more of a friend, or significant other who you might date and decide you want to take them as you're life long partner. Fated mates are treasured and very important in wolf culture, though. Some people think that if you reject your fated mate, you will be cursed." "What if you have a fated mate but don't want to commit to it yet?" "I guess you could date and take your time?" "And what is a Moon Goddess?" "The Moon Goddess is our higher power.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.