Eye Of The Moon Novels & Stories

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.

Liam POV I sit in the coldness of the night and stare out onto the lake, watching the ripples cross the water. That's when I see the reflection of the moon in the sky. Our so-called powerful Moon Goddess hangs in the sky looking down on us. She is currently in crescent form and grinning down on us like a malicious Cheshire cat.

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.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

She brought her knees up to her chest, she turned her head to the side, staring out the window, saw the moonlight shimmering through her window. She slowly got out of bed and sauntered towards the window, letting it open. She glimmered as the fragile cinch of nature nuzzled her rinsed cheeks and whacked through her hair. Her gaze went up, staring up at the lustrously flickering moon, full and round, hidden with enigmas lurking behind it, detecting so much havoc here on earth yet still glazed brightly without a care in the world. Skylar did not wish to be like the moon. She darted her gaze, her eyes staring at the houses, through the forest where she could hear the sounds of brakes and the so

Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him. When all he saw were red irises, he felt his blood go cold. “No,” he croaked.