Galatea (moon) Novels & Stories

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

Aele says to the attendant. "Mother Aele, I honestly feel like the best way to find out when and how the Moon was stolen would be to speak to the guards who stood watch over the moon for the past 14 days." He says wisely. "Why 14 days though?" Another attendant asks. "I.. I.. say 14 days… be… because it takes 14 days for the moon goddess to go into a coma if anything happens to the moon." The attendant stutters shyly. "He is quite right, Mother Aele! According to the Book of the Moonicles, the moon goddess shall fall into a deep, unnatural sleep if the moon is absent for the space of 14 days." Darlene supports directly.

Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of liquid moonlight. Her luminous eyes, usually serene, now carried the burden of sorrow, their glow dimmed by the weight of her thoughts. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, her golden curls framing a face that was both gentle and fierce. Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne.

The "Stasis-Net" was a marvel of hostile engineering. It didn't just surround the moon; it "locked" its local spacetime. To the observers in New Aethelgard, the moon appeared frozen in a permanent, silvery-white glare. The tides of the sapphire seas, already chaotic from the planet’s shifting orbit, suddenly stalled. Without the moon’s rhythmic pull, the oceans began to "pool" at the equator, threatening to drown the lower geothermal vents.

Not the quiet, gentle memory I’d carried, but the fiercer truth of her, jaw set, shoulders squared. “Leave the girl,” my mother said. The red-cloaked woman tilted her head. When she pushed her hood back, the night seemed to lean away from her face. Celeste. I felt her name like a bruise. “She was never yours to keep,” Celeste said. “She was the moon’s. And the moon is tired of sharing.” Steel flashed. My mother moved first. They collided like storms. Cloak and hair and light and dark, the river throwing back sparks where their feet struck. I tried to run to her, but the ground

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

Plus, all of his powers are not yet known. “This would be an abomination. The moon goddess herself would disapprove of this. An outcast becoming our sacred Luna?” Kreed says, rising. “And who says I will disapprove?” A familiar, sweet voice says, capturing every attention in the room. Every head in the throne room turned to see our new companion. Tara? I gasp. What is Tara doing here? “Keturah?” Marcus says, looking like he has seen an apparition. “Keturah, the moon goddess?” Jayden whispers in shock.

She asks me, “Adelina has sent it and we just need to administer it to Michelle. She knows Nicholas has sent it to you. Luckily it is a wedding ceremony slated for this evening and the moon’s energy is at its peak today. The moment the moon appears in the sky, I will have to stab Michelle to death, that way I won’t be affected” My heart skips a beat as I hear her, all this start and end with the moon, I see. “So this concoction is to make her sleep?”

Damon still sat unmoving, his expression seemed absent but his mind wasn't. He knew Galilea was making the wrong move, he understood her plight. After all, Galilea was the one that had introduced him to Valerie. Valerie was Galilea's sister, they were the only siblings born of their parents before their death. He knew Galilea had liked him for ages and despite the failed bondings they've involved themselves into a long time ago, the Moon still didn't fate them both as mates.