Isla-moon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

"My brother Arcturus would have highly approved of this, Killian." High above the isolated island, the thick, unnatural clouds suddenly parted. For the very first time since the devastating Blood Moon had appeared in the sky, a beam of pure, uncorrupted silver moonlight shone brilliantly down upon the ruins. A beautiful, resonant feminine voice echoed across the heavens, carrying a warmth that made every single werewolf on the island recognize it instantly—the voice of the Moon Goddess. *"My children... the final battle for your world is not fought against hatred... it is fought against absolute oblivion."*

Rodrigo gulped down a glass of whiskey, not having the will to go against his mate on this subject. “Thanks, mom.” Isabel hugged her mom tightly, smiling to herself. It was moments like this that makes her thank the moon goddess for not giving her a dominant werewolf for a mother.

said the crown . " They were talking about a prophecy , what was it about ?" asked Cynthia . " The prophecy states ... The moon princess has access to powers beyond one's imagination and can't be killed .However no one is immortal , you can only be killed by the only Demon left from the bloodline of your father as he is the strongest Demon in existence .You both are linked .Either he kills your or you kill him on the bloody moon day or you both die . If you both die the balance of nature would be disturbed and it could cause destruction in all the three worlds . Your magic won't work on him his magic won't work on him and his magic won't work on you . This is the way you could know who he is

She spoke frankly. “We won’t let that happen then.” Isla declared, eyes fierce and determined. As the Moon Goddess nodded. I looked between the two of them and their appearances where uncannily similar they had the same eyes and hair color and some of the same bone structure as well, if i had doubted her as the Moon Goddesses daughter reincarnated just looking at the two of them would put those doubts to rest. “How do we find the two missing parts?” I asked. “Don’t know, but Isla will figure it out.” She winked. “Besides, there are things that need to be done first. Like your battle with the Shadow Moon Pack and Isla still needs to unlock and be able to use her witch abilities.”

He smiled back and somehow I felt that I was able to convey what I wanted to convey. “Tala, look,” Maya said softly, peering outside. I also peeked, but the only thing I could see was a vast ocean. I remembered what Aunt Kyndra had said before, that only werewolves could see the island. I glanced at Maya, who seemed to see it too. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, because Maya was the Moon Goddess. She has the spell. “What do you see?” I asked. “A crescent-shaped island,” said Shaun. “The paradise.”

As the group moved onward, Darius, the usually composed warrior, murmured, "Did anyone else hear that whisper, or have I finally lost my mind?" Elara nodded gravely, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword. "I heard it too. It seems the Voidwalker is more aware of our plans than we anticipated." Orion looked pensive. "We're treading on its territory now. We must be extra cautious. The Moonlit Isle is not just any ordinary isle. It's said to be a reflection of the cosmos, constantly shifting and changing. Time doesn't work the same way there." Liora raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A reflection of the cosmos? So, are we talking about real moons and stars, or just illusions?"

A part of me, maybe the quiet part that always believed in destiny felt like she wasn’t here by chance. Maybe the Moon Goddess had brought her to us for a reason. Maybe Isla was the weapon we needed all along. She’d spent her whole life with the Circle. She knew their secrets. Their patterns. Their leadership. If anyone could help us destroy them from the inside, it would be her. I looked up at the ceiling, letting out a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess. Thank you, I whispered in my mind. Thank you for this chance. Maddox stirred in my chest.