Heart Of The Moon Book Novels & Stories

But I was an idiot and didn't know how to give it my due value and now I needed to run after that woman! I was trying to watch something on TV, but despite the many channels and the wide variety of programming available, I couldn't focus on anything. I should have been taking advantage of the small opening in Vivi's armor and trying to find more space in her life, but I was lying there, suffering with every movement, which was making me quite angry. Until I heard a little cry of unmistakable joy coming towards my room. I raised my head and saw that it was my mother bringing my little one.

He placed his hand on the door. It opened without resistance. Inside was a circular chamber filled with suspended pages—hundreds of them, floating like dead leaves in invisible wind. At the center stood a stone pedestal holding a single book bound in dark metal. The man approached it slowly. “You finally woke her,” he said. The book did not answer. It didn’t need to. He opened it. The pages turned on their own, stopping at a page that was no longer blank. Words burned into existence as he watched: The Moon Heir has awakened.

I looked up at Donovan realizing suddenly that if Jasper had not kicked him out, in a fit of jealousy, Donovan could have very well been one of the men on the snowy ground. "The... the library..." I whispered silently. Everyone was confused for a moment before I elaborated, "That's where my pups are." Donovan nodded and lead the way to the library. When we entered, I pushed out of Donovan's arms, determined to make my own way. "My Luna...? You're awake...?" Everyone's eyes snapped up to the young man in front of us. I all but ran to him when swords were drawn, wrapping my arms around him as a line of defense, as if anyone would have any problems with stabbing the Luna of an Alpha who had app

The cold made the world clean, sharp, honest. At night, when the pups stirred, I told them stories. About the moon that watched over all wolves. About strength that doesn’t come from bloodlines but from heart. About a mother who once thought she was broken and learned she was unbreakable. The Goddess had taken much from me,my place, my pride, my bond, but she had left me this. Two heartbeats where there had once been none. Two tiny souls that gave me reason to keep fighting. And fight I would.

Krewe said softly, "I mindlinked them, I told them you were a wolf and you would join us. Their excited. Please join us today?" I stood there frozen. I wanted to run, but I was also curious about this new world. I didn't know what to do. "What do we do, Evelyn?" "We should stay. We can learn more." "What about school?" "School is for humans. You are a wolf. Born from the Moon Goddess, rooted to the earth, and craving for a pack life. Please stay." I controlled Evelyn to shift in front of Krewe. My emotions were running high again, and I'm not sure where the courage came to shift and stand before him naked. But I did.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

The moonlight was coming in through the window and making the room lighter. For some reason in that moment her mind went to Quinn. He’d always called her “his moon” because of her eyes. He’d once told her he’d never met another person with grey/silver eyes like hers. He told her they reminded him of the moon the way they shone. He also said that that’s what she was to him.. the Moon… because she was his light in the dark. Her mind came back to the present. Whatever was blocking the light from outside was coming into focus. She followed it up .. higher and higher until she reached the top of the object.

"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

There was a part of my mind that kept asking, 'what if it's possible? But it went against everything that I have believed all my life. Not like I believed in anything anyway. I was more inclined to go with logic than any of that spiritual nonsense that these werewolves believed in. But my mind traveled back to when I had encountered Selene, the one that introduced herself as the moon goddess. That experience felt all too real for me to just ignore; even as I thought of her, I could still feel the aura she came with that day.