Glass Maiden Novels & Stories

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

“I’m not who you thought I was.” A long pause. “Who are you?” he asked quietly. I held his gaze steadily. “Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Recognition dawned slowly. The Crescent Moon Pack was ancient. Strategic. Powerful. “You hid that from me.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted someone to love me without my title.” The words were honest. Bare. “And now?” he asked. “Now I know what I was loved for.” His jaw tightened.

Damon stood instantly. His attention snapped back to him. “You’ve said enough.” The traitor smirked. “No… not yet.” His eyes moved back to Lyra. “She thinks this is a curse.” A pause. “It’s not.” Lyra’s chest tightened. “Then what is it?” she asked. The traitor’s smile widened. “It’s a claim.” Silence. Damon’s expression darkened instantly. “Watch your words.” But the man didn’t stop. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t mark just anyone,” he continued.

They didn't seem to have anything to say. -When your wounds heal, you will appear with us at the altar of the Blessed One. We will perform a sacred ritual, and you will become ours,” Aznar explained. - After that - you will live in our castle, the servants will obey you. With any request, please contact me or Beria. No nonsense. Now rest. They went out. And only then the girl was able to exhale. Despair firmly settled in her soul. "Blessed". Are they talking about the one that the people call the Goddess of the Moon? This faith was almost forgotten in her homeland, but Deya still knew about it, very vaguely.

Her right eye were exceedingly sparkling like an ocean scenery from the center of the moon's reflection, her left eye was opposite from how beautiful her right eye is—wide and miserable. They both stepped back when Finesia suddenly moved. "W-who a-are y-you?" The man with the name Mariano weren't able to hide his stutter from asking the unknown young lady's identity. "I am they call the Sinner, the daughter of the God born from the mortal's womb. I heard your whimpers about the monarchs you say and speak the God's name, I am one of them— daughter of the Creator." They were in the middle of doubting but Finesia whom possess the power of Divinity struck the tree on their left side using the th

Jake heard her say as if she was reading his mind. “Mr. Mooney, the Moon Goddess would like a word with you, if you don’t mind.” Felan told him holding out her hand. Jake staring with wide eyes slowly took Felan’s hand. His eyes instantly glazed over as a bright light appeared. “Hi Jake, I am Rhiannon.” Said a beautiful woman wearing a purplish-blue dress that flowed down just pasted her knees. Her hair was mostly red with traces of blonde. Her right eye was a dark blue, but her left eye was a dark purple with a hint of red in it. “Hello Moon Goddess Rhiannon. It is very nice to meet you.” Jake said as he bowed his head and his knee.

She waited patiently for someone to answer the door. The gate cracked open and someone popped out her head. She scanned Cynthia from her head to her legs back to her head. "What? Never seen a beautiful damsel before, you dimwit? Cynthia commented. "Pff... pretty my butt. Who are you? The lady asked. "I'm here to see Godfrey and it's an emergency. Open the gate, bitch" Cynthia demanded. The lady shut the gate and then the gate came open and the lady stepped out. She was a redhead middle age woman about sixty. She looked lovely in her flower flare yellow gown. She was about five feet and four inches tall.

I felt countless needles pierce my trembling soul. I wanted to rush forward and tear off Delila’s false mask. Moreover, I had so many questions for Kelvin. Were all our past memories nothing but a joke? But I could not do anything. I could only watch helplessly as Delila grew bolder. She reached out to touch the necklace around Kelvin’s neck. It was my gift to him after working three months straight. Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Kelvin abruptly stepped back. He frowned tightly. A flash of irritation darted through his eyes, as if he had reached his limit.

"I've been waiting for a long time to finally live in the same town with Nathan. That way, he can move in with no trouble." I widened my eyes. "You're planning to live together?" "In the future, yes, of course. We're mated after all," she giggled. "How do you…" I paused to find more suitable words. "How do you know that he's the one? Is it through the Moon Goddess?" Hearing the name, Selene laughed. "That's a myth. I mean—we know there's a Moon Goddess, but no one has actually seen her, let alone getting informed about their mates."

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.