Novel & Cerita I Swear By The Moon

“You see Astrid, I am blessed with an heir to this pack, a gift from the goddess. I have a small favor to ask you,” Great. What is it to me? It's your life, your happiness, why bother discussing it with me? “Yes, Luna. Everything you ask for” I saw her stepping forward before bringing her face close to my ear. “Be my slave for these nine months, like the good girl you are”

Elara’s POV It was quiet. Too quiet. And the scary thing was that this was not the kind of quiet that brings peace. This quietness brings pain and chaos. The kind that feels endless… like I'm not truly myself. I was standing in a place that wasn’t real. It wasn't a forest and neither was it the palace. There was a full moon casting a glow on me. Then she appeared. The Moon Goddess. Or maybe it was just a dream. But she was there—tall, luminous, her silver eyes glowing with wisdom and sadness.

And then… the power came. It started in my legs, the heat rose through my legs like a liquid light, enveloping my spine and filling my chest. I could barely breathe. not because of the pain, but because of its immensity. My skin began to glow, a silver glow that bloomed. I wasn't just crowned. They claimed me. Sarah's voice sounded loud and steady through the woods. Near the moon and the shadow, near the earth and the sky - I crown you, Moon. Not for a group, but for all those who seek refuge under the protection of the moon. "

He was still the way something is still when it's working very hard not to move. The priestess began in the old dialect, the one that predated written pack law. Nyx knew enough of it to follow: the calling on the Moon, the naming of participants, the description of the binding as it was expected to manifest. A cord of silver and gold. A joining of will and wolf. A tether that would last the length of both their lives. She did not describe what happened next. --- — Caelan — The ceremonial blade was silver, thin enough to flex. Caelan drew it across his palm without hesitation. He'd made worse cuts in training. The blood came quickly, and he held his hand palm-up over the altar while the pries

"You would have what, Lucien? Solved it? Fixed it? Taken care of it like you take care of everything else?" His jaw tightened. "That's not what I meant." "I don't need you to save me." "Clearly you do, since you're willing to violate your contract instead of asking for help." The words hit like a slap. I stood up. Slowly. Carefully. "You're right," I said quietly. "I violated my contract. So I'll make this easy for you." I walked to the door. "Elara…" "Consider this my resignation. Effective immediately." I didn't wait for his response.

This is where it all begins. Elder Harrick, ever the stoic figure, steps forward, his lined face illuminated by the fire’s glow. He holds up his hands, and the chanting subsides, leaving only the crackling of the fire and the distant sounds of the forest. “We stand here tonight,” he announces, his voice deep and resonant, “under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, to renew our bonds and affirm our commitment to unity. The Ceremony of the Moon’s Accord is not just tradition; it is a promise, a sacred oath we swear to the goddess and to each other.”

Warriors drop to their knees in instinctive reverence, their shadows dancing all over the training grounds. Leah draws a breath and tilts her head back, letting out a howl sharp and fierce. The pack answers in one unstoppable wave, the sound shaking the night sky. For the first time in months, it doesn’t feel like we’re clawing at the edge of ruin, we are the storm. And under the full moon, with every soul bearing witness, I bind our promise to the world. We are Bloodmoon, we rise together. Always.

My soul, not just my emotions, ached from the rejection. "What made the Moon Goddess so ruthless?" I said to myself in a whisper. She paired me with someone who detested me, but why? Someone who thought I was just a dirty slave? The moonlight coming through the small window seemed to give a subtle glow to the crescent mark on my wrist. Wishing I could remove it, I rubbed it. I hastily cleaned my face as I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. With a creak, the door opened, and two elderly people entered, their features obscured by darkness.

“Alright but I'll have to come back tomorrow midnight. Right now, I have to deliver the lotus flower to the person who needs it the most. I will definitely come back here!” The moonlite stared at me hesitantly but asked, “Why if you don't come back?” “I will,” I said, “We from Crescent moon, never shrink responsibility or avoid punishment. I will keep to my word. If I don't then, may the moon goddess punish me in ten times fold” The moonlite eyes widened and he nodded after recovering himself. He knew it took a lot of guts for one from the Crescent moon to swear in the moon goddess's name so he had no choice than to believe me.