Isla-moon Novels & Stories

Alrael never forgot his responsibilities, but I had to do something to brush off the tensed atmosphere. "I haven’t forgotten," he murmured. His gaze flicked briefly toward the window, where Mount Piton loomed in the distance, its jagged peaks rising like a protective barrier around Moon City. The mountain stood at the heart of the island, surrounded by the four villages: Gibbous, Crescent, Quarter, and the hidden Lúa Nova.

a murmur scarcely stronger than a sharp admission of breath emanates. "Will you accompany us to Moonlight?" I welcome, envisioning the situation. They would toss all that they got at Isla, moving their disdain from me to her. Particularly since her appearance is deficient with regards to a bit. In any case, I truly need her close by, to be near the wonderful smell that goes after my faculties.

The cost of every step forward rose like the tide. One night, Isabella stood alone in the chapel. “Moon Mother,” she whispered, “if you still walk beside me… show me what must come.” A figure appeared in the shadows—silver eyes, crescent scar. “You’re ready,” the Moonbearer said. “But war will not wait for your peace. You must burn the throne itself.” “And if I burn with it?” “Then the realm rises from your ashes.” Isabella closed her eyes. She was no longer afraid.

"Thank you for the update, Mother. The Island was just a backup. We’ve already moved the primary server to the one place you can never reach." 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗣𝗦 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻.

They all stood there waiting and then there she was the Moon Goddess herself. They all bowed at seeing the Moon Goddess Selene. Rise my children no need to bow before me. I'm so proud of you my children you're a small pack, but tough and now it is time that I introduce you to someone. This is my cousin and you may call her Moon Goddess Delia. How can this be possible? the former Luna Isabelle asked. She was created by my Uncle because he wanted a child of his own. Thus forth he created my cousin Delia.

"The Moon Goddess is the one who created you! She knows every flaw in your souls! She knows the exact moment you will break!" She raised the Silver-Crest locket. The ruby exploded into a beam of pure, blinding moonlight that connected Isabella to the giant Kaelen. "Kaelen! My King!" Isabella screamed. "Protect your throne! Kill the interlopers!" The giant figure atop the ziggurat let out a roar that shattered the dead moons in the sky. He raised the dark spear and thrust it downward. A wave of pure, liquid darkness erupted from the tip of the spear, traveling through the ground like a volcanic eruption. The bone-trees were pulverized, the crushed starlight floor turning into a gaping maw of

And Isla… Isla lying there like a wilted flower, arms wrapped around herself, trembling. The Luna gasped. “Oh Moon Goddess…” “Now do you believe me?” I asked, stepping back, folding my arms across my chest smugly. Her lips parted as if to say something but no words came out. I could see her hands trembling, her entire frame shaking. She hadn’t expected this. Maybe no mother would. But she had to know that this was what came of raising a girl like Isla, soft, defiant, and entirely too trusting. “She’s not… she can’t be…” she whispered.

Cool right…NOT! Isle Radha sits in the north Atlantic Ocean near the Tropic of Cancer. Radha in Hindi means queen love of Gods, and rightfully so since this island was created to hide the Goddess of the moon Selene’s precious daughter, whom the other gods helped her create… A.K.A me. So, you see that’s why no one is allowed to remember me once they leave the island, the gods must protect their precious little treasure.

My grandfather instead of speaking, had raised his hands hitting it across my face. I stumbled backward in disbelief with my hands going over my cheeks. Meanwhile Dario took a step forward standing in front of me. “I don't care what has happened but no one can lay a hand on his woman.” He said boldly. “Just look at yourself siding with this seductress.” “You can’t speak to her in that manner.” Dario said. “I’m only saying what I know about Dario.” He said. “ Isla holds the power of the moon inside of her, if she didn’t have interest in you first, the mate bonds would not have formed. It is because of her that both of you are mates.”

The moon’s glow poured over the rushing water, and there, standing at the edge of the falls, was Isla. I stopped in my tracks, my breath stolen. Isla stood by the water’s edge, bathed in silver moonlight. Her hair strands were shining like silk under the moonlight. Every inch of her radiated an ethereal beauty that felt both painful and inevitable. It was as though the Moon Goddess herself had sculpted her for this moment, for my eyes alone. My heart clenched as I finally got some strength to call her name. “Isla.” My voice came out soft, barely audible.