Novel & Cerita Forsaken By The Moon Novel

Chapter 4: The Trap Tightens Lucian's POV The air within my estate was thick as I stood at my study window, looking out as the moon was consumed by thick clouds. It was storming, but I wasn't sure if it was approaching in the sky or in my stomach. My plan was simple-take Elara and force her into this marriage before breaking her piece by piece. It wasn't meant to be difficult. Yet, since I'd set eyes on her, nothing had gone according to plan.

The world spun violently, then started to fade at the edges. I tried to crawl out of the shallows, fingers digging into wet sand and pebbles, but my arms wouldn’t hold me. Blood trickled down my temple, warm against the freezing water. Crystal’s voice was distant now, fading. "Nova… hold on…" My vision blurred. The roar of the river grew softer, muffled, like I was sinking underwater even though I was on the bank. The last thing I saw before everything went black was the moon—bright, cold, indifferent—watching me from above the cliff I just fallen from.

“You will not speak with anyone. You will bear the mark of the Forsaken, those who have abandoned their vows towards the moon goddess for... worldly desires.” Something in me shattered. I sank to the floor, struggling to process her words. It felt like the world around me had faded away to this single revelation that she just made to me. My chest felt tight, and my hands kept trembling no matter how hard I tried to stop them. Viktor...had abandoned me and fled the pack to save himself. It felt like the moon goddess had finally stripped me of the one last important thing to me, leaving only emptiness and darkness. For a moment, I allowed the despair to consume me, leaving me grieving for the

I said softly. The seam-eye blinked. The corridor hummed, responsive. Kieran’s coal eyes narrowed. Dax’s silver gaze brightened with interest. I lifted my bleeding palm and pressed it against the stone between us—right on the rune lines. My wrist mark flared, connecting. I spoke the truth I’d been avoiding since Chapter 1. “I was rejected,” I said, voice steady. “And the Moonwater turned black.” The corridor shivered. Good. It remembered. I continued, words sharp as stitches. “My pack tried to cage me. My covenants tried to bind me. My mate bond tried to own me. And every door I open becomes someone else’s leverage.”

This was the town that never feared the dark because the Moon Goddess made sure her children always had at least a small bit of her guiding light. One of her children needed her light now more than ever as the wind blew so hard it made the curtains in Kayla's room fly so high that the white fabric almost seemed like ghosts. The white glow shined over Kayas sleeping body as a voice called out to her, "Kaya...". Kaya's eyes opened, and for the first time in her human form they shined red yet Kaya was not awake. "Kaya..."

“This is where it gets interesting.” Tamara turned the page. *The Moon-Blessed served the Forgotten God for thousands of years. But they were slaves, not kids. Tools, not people. Until one stood up the strongest Bridge ever born.* The picture showed a woman who looked just like Tamara—same silver and gold hair, same strange eyes, same impossible beauty that wasn't quite human. *She killed the Forgotten God. Or tried to. Gods don’t die easy. They become something else, something smaller. They hide in bloodlines and wait.*

But the moon despised me she loathed me with a passion for she had decided to condemn me my whole life. First, my male had recklessly abandoned me and our bond and I had to live in excruciating torment for many years to come until he came for me and now my womb has forsaken me for I can no longer carry a pup. What had I done? What unpardonable sins had I committed to receive such a heartless punishment from the moon? I could not find my answers no matter how much I searched for them. I was left in the dark by the one I worshipped just as she always did with me, I was her least favoured female at the bottom of the hierarchy.

In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world. As he pulled away, the room grew colder, and I was left in a state of yearning and confusion. Hayden whispered words I couldn't quite grasp, promises and secrets that left me both exhilarated and bewildered. And then, as quickly as he had come, he faded into the shadows, leaving me alone in the darkness.

“ The moon has healing abilities that were given to it by God. It is said that we are to cleanse the bloodline of illness if we make a sacrifice of sorts.” “What kind of sacrifice?” “Well we would have to make love in the moonlight after drinking each other's blood. But we would have to conceive a child in order for it to be successful. Then we will wed and it will all be okay, no one will ever know.” “That’s witchcraft, Louise never speak of things of that nature. They will see you hang for less.” “Daniel I have already prayed and spoke with the pastor, I have permission, and I know you want to help Wyatt.” She played on his love for his brother. He would do anything for him.

Sleep refuses to even come. I lay staring at the ceiling while branches scrape softly against the outside wall. Every time I close my eyes, I see abandoned toys scattered through the eastern village. The elderly woman's trembling hand around my wrist. The scratched face in memories that no longer belong entirely to me. Eventually, I give up. I slip on a sweater and quietly step onto the narrow balcony overlooking the valley. The sky is completely dark, with only the moonlight glowing softly against my skin. The silence here feels different from the compound.