Glass Maiden Novels & Stories

Everyone turned to look at her. "What about them?" Damon asked. "There's a ritual. An old one, from before the packs divided. It calls on the moon's power, unites all who participate." She looked at Caleb, at Damon. "If we could perform it—if we could call on that power—maybe..." "Maybe we could stand a chance." Caleb finished. Damon was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Do you know how to perform it?" "I've read about it. Studied it with Marta." Elara's heart pounded. "I think I can do it."

Blinded by the light, that I knew was shooting to the heavens from within, I held on strong, knowing deep down inside of me that my Goddess’ side wouldn’t hurt me because ultimately, she was a part of me. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes, as the pain was on the verge of unbearable, but I clenched my hand tightly around the moonstone, making a fist, as my other hand did so too. Screams began to fill the air from not just Tonya, but also her mother, telling Selena to stop this madness, but thankfully Selena didn’t submit to their pleas, because at that moment I could feel something happening deep inside of me.

The golden and pearlescent fabric danced with every step, and the silver embroidery sparkled like constellations upon her skin. Her green eyes were deeper, more intense. Not because of the color, but because of the presence that inhabited them. Behind her came Carla, Lyra, and the three maids — Tânia, Ekaterina, and Lena — wearing simple cloaks, yet aligned with their roles as Guardians of the Goddess. The murmurs began like wind through leaves. “It is her…” “The one chosen by the moon…” “The daughter of Morrigan…” “The bearer of the new cycle…” But Susan remained unshaken.

She puts her right fist over her heart in some sort of salute and moves to the front of the group. The group leads me to a strip of clothing stores off the main street, and Claire gasps. She makes a beeline for a little pop-up cart that has figurines, and because I’m curious, I follow. “These are amazing,” she whispers, picking up a slightly blue colored glass figure of a woman. “This is Moon glass, the only substance, other than moon stone, that we believe to be spiritually connected to the Goddess, kind of like how humans believe crystals have special abilities.”

Once-vibrant forests twisted into skeletal groves, rivers thickened into black sludge, and an eerie, mournful howl spread across the lands as the realms’ fragile balance fractured. At the edge of a darkened Rift, Damon stood, fists bloodied from pounding against the obsidian wall of shadows that pulsed faintly with life. His voice, hoarse yet defiant, echoed into the void. “Aiden! Do you hear me? I swear, I’ll bring you back.” Behind him, Iris emerged from the Circle of Flames, her body shimmering with celestial energy. Her silken hair floated as if in water, haloed by golden fire, and her Hollow Star mark blazed with silver and sapphire threads. The Moon Goddess’s essence now coursed throug

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Angelica shouted at them. "Why stop? It's interesting. Who would have thought that the goddess that everyone praising is actually a wicked woman who hides under her fake mask?" The lady in the audience speaks too. "I've heard you once talking about Sir Owen being a flirt and snatched away your boyfriend. Is your boyfriend that you mentioned is Sir. Leon Yu?" The girl continue. "That..." Angelica couldn't find her words to answer. Why is everything turned out like this? Does she really have to admit?

They shrieked at the same time, so I covered my ears because otherwise, my eardrums might break. "Hey! Don't scream! Shame on you! You might make her deaf!" said Kristel. "Oops! Sorry idol, "they said while making a peace sign. "It's alright," I said. "I'm Beann Ryztle Arcangel" introduced the skinny, brunette who had chinky eyes. "I'm Rica May Rubin," said the skinny, beautiful woman. "I'm Nicole Ragusta," said the tall woman who was wearing eyeglasses. "Annyeong! I'm Lindsay Ann Castro. Beann's cousin" said the woman who is only of average height and looks like a silent type and obvious kpop fan.

The leader announces and I do as she says drinking the tasteless red liquid. “Then you are marked to receive the moon goddess' greatest blessing.” The leader commands, to which Mellana responds by dipping her index finger into the white liquid and drawing symbols across my face and shoulders. “And then you can come closer and stand with me in the inner circle.” She says lowering her voice a bit while I walk towards her. She positions me right in the middle of the clearing and gestures her hands so that the candles that are illuminating the circles, decrease their intensity, making the only light that stood out, be that of the moon.

The angelic voices of the children in the choir echo around the cathedral hall of the palace. Singing a beautiful song about the history of the kingdom. Everyone's eyes are watching the new queen as she walks the aisle towards the altar where a throne was set for her to sit. Everyone is in awe as they watch Morrigan gracing the long aisle. Dressed in fine garments of sophisticated colors of red and black, with a purple train stretching to her back. The colors of royalty in the kingdom of Hymir.