Forsaken By The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"He doesn't care about me, about us." Heath's gaze held mine, a mixture of understanding and something else I couldn't quite decipher. "You deserve better than this, Cza. You deserve to be loved and cherished. Cze never let a fly lay on you and now you let that man have control over you? That's bullshit, Cza." I bit my lower lip. That's what I was thinking too. I still can remember how the news bombed my whole life that day. Father was so desperate and helpless, Mother was left at Montenegro's Pack to make sure that our father would oblige to Jackson's conditions.

And she was going to find out who. The vault opened with a whisper of ancient magic. She stepped inside, and it felt like crossing into another world. Scrolls. Sealed tomes. Moonlit artifacts locked behind obsidian glass. Then she saw it: The Book of the First Moon-Blessed. Sealed in crimson wax. Titled only in runes. She broke the seal. And the book bled. The pages weren’t written in ink. They were written in blood. Her breath caught as she read: The first Moon-Blessed was named Liora.

"For that. For all of it." The full moon rose three nights later, the same deadline the Vigil's letter had once demanded she surrender to, now simply another night in a life she'd finally learned to claim as fully hers. Kaelen found her on the barn roof, their place, watching the moon climb bright and whole above the training grounds that had witnessed nearly everything that mattered about the past month — her trial, her mark, the confrontation that had nearly cost them everything and instead delivered, improbably, a fragile and hard-won peace.

Isolde’s expression turned grim. “You are not just Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack, child. You are the echo of a prophecy older than this land.” “What prophecy?” Isolde didn’t blink. “The Moon’s Forbidden Mate.” Avery stepped back in shock. Lily whispered, “What does that mean?” “It means,” Isolde rasped, “that love will destroy your fate… or awaken it.” Suddenly, the ground trembled. A shadow swept over the cottage. Isolde’s eyes widened. “He’s found you.”

My soul, not just my emotions, ached from the rejection. "What made the Moon Goddess so ruthless?" I said to myself in a whisper. She paired me with someone who detested me, but why? Someone who thought I was just a dirty slave? The moonlight coming through the small window seemed to give a subtle glow to the crescent mark on my wrist. Wishing I could remove it, I rubbed it. I hastily cleaned my face as I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. With a creak, the door opened, and two elderly people entered, their features obscured by darkness.

"You see? Such a noble Alpha. Lyra's just too blind to cherish what she had." "Don't worry, we'll talk some sense into her. She'll never dare bring up bond severing again!" Ethan stayed silent. He couldn't fathom how someone raised in such a cruel den of wolves grew to be as gentle, patient, and giving as Lyra. His mother, Luna Hawthorne, had long harbored disdain for the Moonclaws. She pulled Mia close, brushing her hair tenderly. "Don't be sad, little one. We can find you a new mommy."

Chapter 114 – The Stranger I Love Nora’s POV The night was cold. The kind of cold that didn’t just touch your skin, it went straight into your bones. I stood outside the tall gates, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The moon was high, but its light felt weak… lonely, like me. The guards had closed the gates earlier, their voices firm when they said, “We’re sorry, Luna Nora, we were told not to let you in.” Luna Nora.

No Kellan, no Alpha. My legs were thunder. My chest felt like a drum as my heart beats Freedom. And terror. I was both afraid and amazed Hunters followed behind me wearing Ironhaven colors. Their torches dripped fire that whispered one word: FUEGO. The flames turned into my mother again. She blocked my path, taller than the trees. “Listen,” she said, voice cracking like ice. “The Moon-Weaver does not serve Alphas. She unravels them.”. She kept repeating over and over again until I felt dizzy

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.