Forsaken By The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

But it was not enough. Thalor was a wound walking, a force of unmaking. Every place he touched, the ground bruised, the air thinned. Where he passed, courage curdled to dread. By the third hour, the moon began to bleed. It dimmed. Then, impossibly, vanished. Not behind cloud, gone, as if the gods themselves had decided this world was unworthy of witness. For a breathless moment, even the attackers hesitated. The goddess of the moon had abandoned the sky.

"Make sure she can't cause any trouble." Then came the dark magic—tendrils of power wrapping around my mind like chains, stealing my memories, my identity, everything that made me who I was. The last thing I remember before the darkness took me was Richard's voice: "Goodbye, Mica. Thank you for everything." I come back to myself gasping, my face wet with tears. The silk sheets of Damon's guest bed are twisted around my legs, and my chest heaves like I've been running for miles.

For the first time in seven years of chasing Caleb, I felt no sorrow—only relief. Relief that I was free. That I had chosen to walk away before the Moon Goddess herself forced me to. And that day, with nothing but my pride intact, I left the Grayson Pack House behind.

My wolf howled in terror, in loss, in betrayal. I collapsed forward, gasping, blood filling my mouth. The Moon Goddess did not stop it. When it was over, Finn didn’t look back. “Banish her beyond the border,” he ordered. “By dawn.” And just like that— I was nothing.

My life had become a cruel joke, and somewhere, some callous god was undoubtedly laughing at my downfall, at how completely isolated and powerless I had become, and I kind of wished I had passed away that night. My entire being ached from the weight of betrayal and loss, which drew me to it. However, in that moment of despair, a spark of determination ignited within me. I realized that the only way to reclaim my narrative was to rise from the ashes and confront the challenges head-on, refusing to be a mere spectator in my story. But the moon had different plans for me. Relentlessly and stubbornly, its cold, silver light poured over me, clinging me to the world I wanted to leave behind. ----

Elara looked at the Blood Moon. “I’m tired of being protected by lies.” The wind moved through the valley. The mark on her hand burned brighter. And for a moment, every wolf felt it. Not dominance. Not fear. Authority. The kind that came from something older than packs. Older than war. Older than memory. The Forgotten Moon had returned. But it had not returned as a legend. It had returned as a girl who wanted answers. And that made her more dangerous than anyone realized. Because legends could be controlled.

I just sat there just doing nothing but listening to everything everyone else had to say. “The only thing I can tell you about Aeliana is that I started dreaming about her when I was a small child that prayed to the moon goddess for a forever friend, and that night it was answer. When I went to sleep that night just to wake up in a strange place that seemed there it was morning and night. Both the moon and the sun were shinning there. As I looked around to see a girl that seemed to be about my age. Her skin was pale, her hair was as red as fire, and her eyes as green as the grass on a summer’s day. When she seen me, I realize she was just as surprise to see me as I was of her, and I found ou

It took my parents, Drae and his father a total of almost five hours to find me. "I won't. See you in thirty minutes, Draven." Then I click the red button on my phone, ending the call. After shoving my phone back into my pocket, I pull out my favorite book 'The Bad Boy's Oath' and begin reading it. If my parents or anyone found out I read this genre of books. Books about werewolves and the Moon Goddess... I would be sent to the loony bin to be locked up for the rest of my life. Werewolves have been extinct for a century now. After our ancestors wiped them all out because of their abilities. More importantly, what a handful of them had done to thousands of innocent lives with those abilities.

I was the one who took care of Tara. When Tara was barely a year old, she was diagnosed with a rare disease. From that point on, the hospital became our second home. After five years of treatment, we finally saw a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, just because I refused to accept her childhood best guy friend's mocking toast, she stopped Tara's treatment and demanded I kneel and apologize to him. It was absurd. Her daughter's life mattered less to her than a glass of wine. As I admitted my fault, Nicky's voice turned smug. "We have a reservation at Moonlight Hotel tonight. Come apologize to Ryan, and we'll consider it settled."