I'll Give You The Moon Novels & Stories

“You might get her bad luck.” They burst out laughing, and I bow my head, focusing on what I am doing. I heard it all before, but it cuts deep. My eyes water, but I force myself to blink them away. I am not going to give them the time of day and show them that I'm crying. “Why?” I wonder silently, my hands trembling as I work. “Why did you make me this way, Moon Goddess? I'll never be good enough. I'll never be accepted.”

He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand. "You came for a prize," I whispered, standing over him. "You found a judge." I reached down and placed a single hand on his forehead. I didn't kill him. I did something much more permanent. I burned the mandate of the Moonveil into his mind. I showed him the future—a world where the Ashmoor throne was the anchor of the peace, and where the Blood Moon pack was either a servant or a memory. I pulled back. Kael gasped, his eyes clearing, replaced by a look of absolute, hollowed-out submission.

I was tagged the strict and ‘no mercy’ alpha but I did not care, as long as people feared me, whatever floats their boats is what they can call me. They wouldn’t dare disrespect me. The royalties of the Crescent pack are direct descendants of the first werewolves and every pack member must partake in the moon fall ceremony where a blood oath is renewed among all pack members. That way, we all share the same blood and strengthen our bond with the moon goddess.

One full moon bond. And endless nights of raw, no-holds-barred pleasure ahead.

“I stand beneath the watching moon, Before the Moon Goddess, who sees all truth. I reclaim what was broken, I bind what was torn, Not by force, but by choice. I offer my strength as shelter, My blood as protection, My life as devotion. From this night until my last breath, I choose you as mine, Before the pack, Before the moon, Before fate itself. Let our bond be restored, Let our souls be joined, Let no law, no war, no death Pull us apart again. By the light of the moon, I reclaim you.” Then Rowan turned to me and guided me through the same. The moment the final words left our lips, the sky cracked open with thunder. Lightning flashed, illuminating the clearing. Rowan smiled. “The Moon Godd

Opening my eyes, with determination written all over my face, I started to speak out loud and strong the words that Edmond wrote down, “I am calling out for the gatekeeper to open the passage and let us through, to seek for the help of the great White Moon warriors.” My eyes started to shine white as the words were being spoken, making the white light appear from the crack where my hand was, making everyone gasp and stand up as they watched, mesmerized by the scene that appeared before their eyes. “Say it again.” Jessabelle instructed me. Feeling a moment later, warmth spread all over my body, I repeated the words, “I am calling out for the gatekeeper to open the passage and let us through,

"Should I be more like Diego. Give you a thousand nicknames? I would tell you how you are my moon, my stars, and everything else in the night sky. That you’re the love of my life?" Moon was silent for a bit, then said, "no, our love story is like no one else’s. We found each other, then we lost each other. We went through hell, and now we are here. You calling me "my Moon" is special enough. It means you see me for who I am now. Moon, not Mona. And you see me as yours. I am yours. Your Moon."

The offer was really tempting, keeping in mind how sexy Lexi was looking, all sprawled in Moon's white sheets. "It’s Lexi's night Sky. And i want to give it all to him. Whatever he wants. I want to make him happy. So jump in. I don’t know for how long i would have to wait for this night to happen again". Moon said in a low tone. He knew in his heart, that it would be the only night he could get.

“We can still be friends, though, right?” “Yeah, of course. I will always be here for you.” “Because you are my moon?” I pulled back and looked up at him. “Yeah, I am your moon.”

River Colden Present “River, baby, please. Baby, you love me, right? We love each other. The Moon Goddess gave me you and me to you. We’re meant to be together. This is just a small hiccup in our relationship and everything will be alright, I promise.” Ivy tries to console me with her pitiful expressions. She crawls towards me on the floor and holds onto my legs, hugging it desperately, but I don’t have the patience for this, for her, for what we have and I don’t think I ever will again.