Forsaken By The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

I glance at the page without meaning to. The Moonseal bloodline, believed extinct following the Ardenne purge of, I read those two sentences and then the words do something they should not be able to do. They move. Slowly. Like something is pulling the letters apart and setting them back down in a different order, a different script, old and dense and nothing I was ever taught. I blink. They keep moving. I shut the book. I stand with my hand flat on the cover and I breathe. I tell myself it’s the new place. The lack of sleep. Stress is doing something strange to my vision.

Which he do. I feel nothing looking at him. Not anger. Not pity. Just emptiness. Lora speaks. "You are here to sever what was never truly sealed. The Moon Goddess witnesses. I witness. Speak the words." Caden swallows. His throat works. His voice shakes. "I, Caden Ahearn, former Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, formally and irrevocably reject you, Selena Hayes-Vargasin, as my fated mate. I sever our ties under the gaze of the Moon Goddess."

said Lydia as she joined on the seat on the balcony. It must have been past midnight. The night was still young. The moon was out, brighter, giving light to the stars. Even though the moon brightened the sky, I felt darkness hugging me. I felt like my heart was drowning. As I stared blankly at the sky, Lydia interrupted the moment, "I hope you don't mind talking about the horrible dream that got you up at this wee hour." As much as I wanted someone to be there for me, I didn't want to talk about anything or to anyone.

Kane The poor thing radiated nothing but fear. Thank the Moon Goddess I arrived on time. If I'd come just a few minutes later, she'd be raped by two rogues. Damn, I hate those creatures with a passion! It was way too easy to get rid of the first one; the guy was too engrossed in his sick fantasies to notice me approaching him. Honestly, his friend wasn't any better, but his punishment was instant death since he tried to get away with the human girl. The other may wander the woods for a few days until he drops dead, but at least I was merciful enough to give him that much time to live.

While we were watching the round moon, I felt a momentary peace, as if we’re the only one that existed in the world. He still tapping his hand on my chest when he spoke, breaking the silence surrounding us. I could stop him since the pain had died down, but I didn’t want to do it. I felt comfortable, and I didn’t want it to end. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he suddenly asked. “What?” I asked because I was a little confused. “The moon.” He moved his head lightly toward the moon. “Yes. It is. But it would be more beautiful if my brother is safe,” I said to him. I can only think of Liam because he won’t be safe in the pack if they took him. I’m sure he’s confused about what’s going on after our soul s

The moon, a distant observer, seemed to reflect the turmoil within his soul. In a clandestine meeting with a mysterious informant, Jonas unearthed a crucial piece of information. Caleb's lair, concealed in the heart of the city, became a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Armed with newfound knowledge, Jonas embarked on a perilous journey into the heart of the supernatural abyss. The moonlit glade, a distant memory, fueled his determination to rescue Chloe from the clutches of a man consumed by shadows. The confrontation that awaited them would test the limits of love and resilience. The moon, casting its indifferent glow over the unfolding drama, seemed to hold its breath in an

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death.

I struggled to follow Rexton’s shortcuts through the uneven mountain passes. My foot injury flared with every step I took, and my broken rib pinched my skin from within. But I kept going, my maternal instincts holding me through the storm. By the time I made it across Crimson Moon's borders, I was limping heavily, leaving a trail of dark droplets on the forest floor. I arrived at the packhouse right as the moon reached its peak. The guards didn’t try to halt me; they sneered and watched as the disgraced Luna dragged herself back to her master.

I toss my bag on the passenger seat, open the large garage doors, then pull the truck out. It isn’t until after I’m well past Benedict’s pack that I finally feel like I can breathe. Whatever he’s thinking, I can’t be part of it. There is no future for me and Benedict. There is no future for me and anyone. I’m a forsaken woman, a forsaken wolf, punished because of what our mother did to anger the Moon Goddess. I’ve accepted my life. It is who I am and there is nothing I can do about that. But I won’t let Benedict use me, or, if he’s actually considering it, taking me as a mate. He deserves better than that, better than me. ‘Sloane,’ Aisling whines.