Forsaken By The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page... It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it... "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

I lay down with them around me, and let the feelings swallow me. I howl again, up at the moon where she is beginning to shine through the darkening sky. Why… why have you done this to me, Goddess? Why gift me a mate so early, only to take her away before I ever got the chance to claim her? My brothers join in with my lament, voices rising above the trees. I feel utterly broken and empty. I feel Tobias’s grief and anger, and every so often I feel her sadness. It is eating me alive.

I kept remembering every one of their words till I finished scrubbing the floor and immediately I was done, I stood up and went back to my room. My room was so quiet and the memory of my parents came rushing, I remembered the terrible fire, blood and how everything burnt. My hands moved slowly and touched the small necklace on my neck, it was the only thing my mother left for me, the only thing I still have of my parents. “You said the Moon Goddess loves everyone,” I whispered. “Then why did she forget me?” I did not even receive any answers, and it was only the wind that blew through the window. And that night, when everyone was already asleep, I walked outside, the moon was bright and I lo

Jason tossed me a thin blanket and a piece of bread that looked like it had been chewed on by rats. "This is your dinner." As the door slammed shut, darkness and silence closed in. I sank to the floor beside a dust-covered oak cabinet, feeling a chill seep into my bones. Sorrowfully touching my belly, I said in a quiet voice, "My baby, your father and everyone else don't want you in this world. I'm sorry. Baby, you wouldn't want to be born into a loveless home like this either, would you?" The baby kicked me, as if in response.

My fingers ran along spines, brushing faded lettering until one title stopped me cold: "Moon Brides & The Marked." I pulled it down, careful not to snap the decaying spine, and laid it across the table. Inside: sketches. The first page showed a woman on her knees, hair streaming back like it was caught in wind, a crescent moon carved behind her ear—and a man on fire in front of her. My stomach turned. The next few pages were worse. “The Moon Bride,” it read, “is chosen by divine design, not by fate’s whim. Her bond is not forged by desire—but by divine necessity. To stabilize or to destroy.”

--- Far above, the full moon blazed white. Below it stood a Luna reborn, a pack reunited, and a love not even fate could unravel. And in the shadows beyond time, ancient forces watched and whispered: The age of the Moonborn has begun. --- THE END.

Kael said, wrapping his arms around me from behind, “she’s got something bigger planned. Something we can’t see yet.” I wanted to believe them. I wanted to hold onto their certainty, their unwavering faith in us. But as I looked around at the disappointed faces, the confused whispers, the empty air where silver bonds should have been, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change. And not for the better. The Moon Goddess had her reasons, Alpha Magnus had said. I just hoped we’d be strong enough to survive them.

Prologue - The Moon’s Forgotten Pact Before the forests of Willowmere had names, and before mortals learned to build walls against the dark, there was only the Moon and the Wild. The Moon was light, gentle, patient, and eternal. The Wild was hunger… the heartbeat beneath every root and bone.

I laid on it as I flipped through the book and began to read. I flipped past the preface. Lycanthropy was a gift by the moon goddess to a family that was sent into exile and left to rot in the wilderness with no food or water for them to survive. The woman and her fifteen-year-old son were sent out of the village because of an offense committed by her husband. One night on a full moon while she was in the wilderness with her son in her arms too weak and about to die, she prayed to heaven to save them.