Heart Of The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

But as he pulled me into his arms and held me tight, I couldn't shake the feeling that there were other promises waiting to be made—promises that had nothing to do with duty, and everything to do with the way my heart raced whenever I thought of a certain pair of summer-blue eyes. Outside, the moon began to rise, cold and distant, and somewhere in the darkness, a wolf howled. It was a warning. And none of us were ready for what was coming.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Or did I hear laughter, the kind that didn’t belong in a house built on blood and loyalty? I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and pushed the door open. The world shifted. Vincent stood there, tangled with Stella, my closest friend, my confidante. Their bodies were too close, their smiles too knowing. The room was thick with betrayal, suffocating and raw. My breath caught, my legs threatened to give out. The woman I trusted, the man I loved, their faces so close, so cruel. Stella’s smile was sharp as a knife; Vincent’s gaze was cold, unreadable.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

She opens up the book and this time there are words written on it. This is the day they meet again, the stars were out and moon is shinning brightly. His heart is dwindling on the wicked fire as he once set foot to save his Princess. Memories are ajar and her heart is in scatter. A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears

For a woman in love, nothing is more heart-wrenching than living in the shadow of your mate’s lost love. He remained silent for a long while, shifting his gaze at the moon. His silence confirmed my assumption, and my nose tingled as tears began streaming uncontrollably. A relentless storm of anguish enveloped my heart. In my eighteen years of life, it was the first time I felt such intense pain. It's a pain that permeates every fiber of my being, an ache that seems to have no end. The pleasure from his gentle touch still lingered on my fingertips, refusing to dissipate. I understood that was our first and last touch.

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

" I bent over and got into the car without even looking in her direction. The car drove off with me inside it, just like that. Soon, her cries of despair and the flashes of cameras were nothing but a speck in the distance. Sunlight rained through the window and landed on my face. It spoke of something aloof and cold, but also of resolve and new beginnings. The fetters of my past were shattered and no more. What lay before me was a path to a new future. Yvonne's tears and late regrets would be buried in the sands of time, along with her broken reputation. Artemisia was smiling at me. When she spoke, her voice was gentle and filled with delight. "I helped you snag a 10-billion-dollar project,

"I don't have to listen to you. Just tell me who you are, what your name is and what you were doing on our lands to begin with" He took in a deep breath, "My name is….Jon. I came from the city. I was adopted young by a human couple, but when I turned eighteen and turned for the first time, they threw me out. So for years I've stayed alone and each full moon, I always look for a forest to wolf out. Yesterday I was attacked by a pack of rogue wolves" He was lying through his teeth. Shirley knew this. That was one of her very rare gifts, she is like a living lie detector.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.