I Love My Body Mother Moon Novels & Stories

* *I am* Gunner gazed at me as we floated above the stage together. His eyes glowed brilliantly, I could come to love this colour on him. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. I closed my eyes and said a hushed prayer to the Moon Goddess, to the All Mother. ‘Thank you, Mother’ I whispered. A warm feeling flooded my chest, a feeling of love and adoration took hold inside of me. She is a part of me. Now and always.

"It is beautiful, like every part of your body. I love you." "I love you more, my Moon. Go sleep; you’ll need the energy for tomorrow."

She wanted to walk away, I could already tell. "The moon goddess has a responsibility to her people, she has a responsibility to the humans, and she has a responsibility to this world. We can not allow Saltos to take over." “Wait, rewind. Your mother is the moon Goddess?" I asked. I could not even believe it. “Your mom is the moon goddess?" Selene asked, finally looking up from her quiet corner. “Yes, my mother fell in love with a crazy hippie werewolf. I was the fruit of that hopeless, stupid relationship." She looked at me and saw the look of complete surprise on my face.

The lost queen has returned. But I notice something. My mother is not at full strength. She tires easily. She cannot shift. Her mark is faint. "You are not fully healed," I say that night. She nods. "My spirit was trapped for two decades. It will take time. And I am bound to this body. It is not my original body. It is a vessel. A gift from the moon goddess." "The moon goddess gave you a body?" "She saw what I sacrificed. She decided to reward me." My mother smiles. "I am not immortal. But I am alive. And I will stay as long as the moon wills it."

I didn’t know why they got sad and I wanted to ask him, but then he said, “The legend of a white Moon warrior.” We were all surprised. Everyone knew the Legend of Azrael, the famous Moon Goddess warrior. “My mom used to tell me that story every night. She tried to tell me other stories, but I loved that one, so she would tell me of the great strength Azrael possessed and that being the first creation of the Moon Goddess herself made him and his warriors her personal protectors to live on this Earth among us all,” he said softly, smiling, lost in his memory from his childhood. “Do you guys remember when we would pretend like we were the great white warriors?” Damon asked Wyatt and Zen, and th

"That's a myth. I mean—we know there's a Moon Goddess, but no one has actually seen her, let alone getting informed about their mates." Yeah, my mom would definitely beg to differ. "I've felt it since we were kids, you know," she continued. "The bond we shared, the unspeakable feeling when we were together… I don’t need the Moon Goddess to tell me that Nathan Whitlock is my mate. I just know."

My body tingled as I felt myself rising from the ground, my back bending backward, but a profound sense of peace came over me as I was left the ground. Energy immediately flooded my body as beams of light shot from me into the seven stones, causing them to glow a bright blue. Then my body lowered again until I came to rest in the center of the Standing Stones, on the image of the Moon Goddess. Then the light faded, leaving me feeling drained but at the same time, content and energized. “Thank you.” I looked up at the Moon, knowing the Moon Goddess had chosen me to be a Luna.

As I continued touching her, she moaned and her back arched when I found the places that made her breath come apart. I slowly touched her breast and nipples while I kissed her softly and amorously on the nip of her neck. I slowly let my hands wander across her body, from her cleavage to her hips and down to the mound of her pussy. Every part of her I touched, I touched like it was something worth the care. Like she had always been worth the care. Because she had. Because three years of watching her absorb the mess of everything around her and asking for nothing in return had made that fact muddy in her head, and this was the closest I knew how to get to saying it now.

"I've heard of her so-called beauty, and yet no lycan will mate with her." "Such shame, don't you think." Stella snickered and Claire joined in. "I hear Moon's Call will be at the feast, tonight," Claire cooed huskily, her expression now a bit dazed with anticipated passion she had for the lone lycan. "I can't wait to really see what he looks like up close. I've only had to admire him from afar," She said in indignation. Stella playfully nudged her with her shoulder as she whispered, blushing a bit, "You and your fantasies. Your father would have your head; you know? You are not to fancy any mate below your class and you very well know that."

You just have to be strong enough to say enough is enough. Almost instantaneously after I cried out for help from my mother in my mind, the moon began to glow blindingly, like a white version of the sun, then it's silvery, shimmering rays shot out like a beam, and penetrated into my body. I daren't breathe, as I feel the power swirl into me, gushing with the force of a tidal wave. It does not hurt, but it is safe to say it is a really peculiar feeling! Looking down I almost freak out at the way my entire body is glowing a ghostly white, but I know that my mother would not do anything to hurt me. In fact, I feel stronger and more powerful then before. All of a sudden the rays stop, like a lig