I Love My Body Mother Moon Book Novels & Stories

She was nearly asleep; I loved how comfortable she was already. … “Are you sure you are ready for this?” Jonathan asked, eyeing me carefully. Emee cooed in his arms, and he pressed her against his chest to rock her. I flashed him my best toothy smile; I was overly excited. We were standing outside our home; I could feel the warmth of the moon soothing my fair skin and giving me strength. Even when the moon wasn’t full, I could still feel its strength. Ever since I discovered my mother was the moon goddess, the moon has been making me feel strong and energetic.

The feeling in my gut stirred further, causing me to worry that something terrible had happened to him. All at once, a warmth spread through me as if my mother were here beside me as the moonlight intensified, enveloping me in a luminous embrace. Her energy infused with me further, empowering me with wisdom, grace, and the ability to harness the moon’s magic better. The power flowed through me and out into the pack. Every member shivered as they, too, felt the power course them.

Another voice from the sky said. "I have 12 sisters. They're all annoying, I'm sorry. Our mother is the moon. She likes you so much. That's why you can come here." She said sweetly. I was so confused. I can't say anything or even move. I just stood there like my body refused to move.

For the first time since the bond formed, I feel like I can breathe. "This is nice," I say. "What is?" "This. Quiet. No pressure. No audience." I look at him. "Just us." "That's the point." He finishes his bread. Picks up a book from the table beside him. Old. Worn from reading. "This was my mother's. My birth mother." "What is it?" "Poetry. Legends. Stories about the Moon Goddess." He opens it carefully. "She used to read it to me. Or so I'm told. I don't actually remember her."

A feeling of absolute power exploded out of me, a power unlike anything I had experience before. The power rolling through me was not mine, it was hers. She’s here. The Moon Goddess. She is here with me now. I can feel her arms wrapping around me, holding me. Her love and her blessing, its suffocating in the most intoxicating way. Her presences was a shining light in the dark, a gentle hand, love. She is love.

she yelled waving to us. I walked over to where Mum was standing with Zee behind me, still gripping my shirt. Mum had a big blue book in her hand and was pointing to a page. I took the book and looked at it closely. There was a silhouette of a girl with the same marking on her neck as Zee, three moons in different stages of phasing. I read the blurb next to it out loud,

FIBI'S POV The little girl released a gleeful laughter and called out to me. “Mother!” She said. I turned to smile lovingly at her. She was so pretty, with shimmering white hair that caught the rays of the sun and glinted. My heart swelled with pride. Suddenly, as she was twirling towards me, the sun dimmed. The moon rose in place of the sun, casting its soft glow directly on the little girl. She stopped and raised her face to the moonlight, soaking it in. Her skin glowed like it had its own light. Her eyes, her hair, her skin, they all became the same color as the full moon.

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Still, the color of his eyes I love the most is ocean blue because it reminds me of the heaven that I seldom saw when I was still captive by werewolves. When I was small, Mom, Dad, and I every night went outside our house and watched the stars in heaven as well as the moon. Dad doesn't like the moon a lot, but he joined us because Mom loves to watch the moon while I love to watch the stars. Mom said when there is a moon in heaven, the moon goddess is also present. That's why every time I see the moon, I make a wish, and with my young mind, I only wish for one thing. I wished the moon goddess gave me a mate who would love me with all his heart.

I set Moon down, and she joined her brother, peering over his shoulder at the sketches of werewolves he’d drawn. “What are you guys reading?” I asked, trying to focus on them instead of the storm brewing in my head. I leaned over to see Tristan’s sketches, different sizes, shapes, and colors of wolves filled the pages. “Daddy, I want to be a big brown wolf when I shift,” Moon said, her excitement spilling over. “Mommy said I should be patient, so I’m going to be!” I ruffled her hair, and she giggled, leaning into her brother. “Your mom is right, honey. Be patient. And you too, Tristan, don’t get too obsessed with that.” I nodded toward the book.