Forsaken By The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

Best to leave it for last. After reading the first few pages, my first impression is that this Alpha was a total quack. All he wrote about was the chosen daughter. The time that she lived with them brought them joy and prosperity. Apparently, he believed that her presence gave the pack well wishes and good fortune. Even though she had died three hundred years before he was the Alpha, he still wrote like it was only recent. If he hadn’t have written the dates, I would have thought that he was there for it, that he knew her personally. This idiot. Believing in fairy tales like a child. Is it any wonder it was so easy for me to wipe out this pack. I flipped through the rest of the pages more qu

Or two. And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever. She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here. Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious. Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the door and twisted the doorknob to find it locked.

Faresh mumbles his last words but ends with a lightning-fast apology to Rohan. “Ah! I’m not saying you’re better suited to a commoner, but it’s easier for you to— whoa, I spout nonsense, right?” “You did.” “I apologize.” “Well, I know what you’re worried about.” Rohan looked at the great wall dividing the two kingdoms. The blessing from the Moon Goddess for him was indeed so sweet. And the sweet ones are usually hard to reach. ‘It’s not completely unreachable, though.’ Rohan beams with confidence while Faresh is still deep in his regret.

“Ever since you came back, Ryker has been distracted. The pack is weaker because of you. And now, he's wounded. You're nothing but a burden.” A hot wave of anger rushed through Eirlys but before she could speak, Celeste's gaze flicked downward, her lips curling in disgust. “And look at you, always hiding behind your hair. What, ashamed of that ugly mark? Maybe you should be. It's probably the reason the Moon Goddess cursed you in the first place.” The words struck like a dagger, sharper than any physical wound. For a second, Eirlys felt herself shrinking, her fingers instinctively reaching up to brush against the mole on her cheek. It was a habit, a shield, a desperate attempt to make hersel

--- A Disturbing Discovery The Moon Goddess's mysterious words, "Beware the shadow that follows freedom," replayed in my head as I struggled to fall asleep later that night. I rolled over and over, my mind racing. I finally gave up and went outside, where the chilly night air was a pleasant change of pace. The moon was illuminating the compound with an ethereal glow, and the stars overhead appeared abnormally bright. A man emerged from the shadows as I was walking around the perimeter. It was the youthful outlaw I had seen a few days prior, the one who had revealed Veyron's connections to an old foe of the Moon Goddess.

“Mom… I don’t want to lose you.” Her heart cracked, but she kept her voice steady. “I know.” “I’m scared.” “So am I.” The sky above them went dark—truly dark. The Blood Moon vanished behind a veil of swirling shadow. Thunder cracked without lightning. The ground splintered beneath their feet, cracks racing outward in all directions. The Forsaken King screamed. He was unraveling. But he wasn’t going quietly.

Sketches of runes I’d seen burned into my dreams. And one book thicker than the rest, marked with a crescent moon scarred by a jagged line. “The Hollow Blooded Doctrine.” I opened it. They will call her cursed. They will fear her silence. Her scentlessness. Her absence from the bond. But she is not empty. She is holding what others cannot. The power of the Forgotten Moon. The Shadow will rise to claim her. The Light will seek to use her. Only she can choose what is left of the world.

But without a clue of where to begin, I was trapped in a cycle of despair, my mind spiraling into darkness with every passing hour. The night Finn left for the northern border, the air felt heavier than usual. His departure should have been a relief, but instead, it left me adrift, untethered from even the semblance of purpose. I wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the estate, my footsteps echoing in the silence. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light filtering through the cracks in the shutters, casting eerie shadows on the walls. As I drifted into an uneasy sleep, the moon's silver glow seeped into my dreams, bringing with it the figure of the Moon Goddess. Her presence was s

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, letting it burn through the medicinal fog that’s clouded me for months that feels like years. The car waits at the foot of the steps. I step in slowly, careful not to fall apart too soon. Cici, the maid, slides in after me. I can’t sit still. My fingers tremble in my lap. My heart races. I can’t wait to see him. To see them. They are the only thoughts that'd keep me tethered in that cold place. I glance outside the window as the car speeds past decorated pack houses, the streets alive with figures dressed as moon creatures, glowing under the faint light of the full moon.

Liam sponsored everything. Liam’s father’s pack, where we all grew up, isn’t far from here. About a twenty-minute drive. But ever since I left that pack, I'd never stepped foot there again. Even heard both Liam and Amara are no more in that pack. Where they are now, I don't know and I didn't bother to pry. “Yes. I thought I lost my friend,” Alex said, finally turning to face me. “You were broken the night the Moon Goddess didn’t mate you to Amara. And you blamed her. As if the poor girl had a choice.”