Isla-moon Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Isla* “Go back, Isla,” the Moon Goddess says to me. “Go back.” “But I want to come with you,” I argue as I continue to float toward her. She shakes her golden curls and says, “It’s not time yet. I brought you here only to remind you of two things, dear child. One, you are loved, and two… it is time that you remembered who you are.” I stare at her in confusion. My mind is foggy anyway. I can’t remember how I came to be here, floating through the sky with her, and I can’t remember where I’m meant to be.

She asks again. “Isabel, I know about of all this things already. I know that the consequences might be too severe and that the risks might be very aggressive but I am willing to walk down that hard part with you. I am ready to fight against all odds and sacrifice everything just for you , my love. You have my heart and my support and I can’t make any silly mistakes anymore lest I might end up losing you forever.” I open up to her. She lays back on the bed , her hand area still on the mark on her neck. The wounds around it have healed and the scar have turned to a beautiful mark on her neck. Isabel Moon - Luna of Blood pack, wife of Alpha Jared Blood and mother to his pups.

She was able to put three waters and six energy bars in her backpack and she walked out of the kitchen and headed for the front door. There was so much blood! It was everywhere and she knew she would never get this sight out of her head. When she came upon her mother’s body, she collapsed on top of her, crying her little heart out, “Mama! Why? You should have stayed in the cellar with me!” That was when a bright light shown over her. The warmth of the glow caused her to raise her head and gaze upon the woman with long white hair and a beautiful, slim face. The woman began, “Isabel. You are such a kind-hearted child and I know you are going to miss your mother and father. But I have plans for

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

“So you’re willing to let Elijah stay dead?” “If it means saving my little sister, then yeah.” She felt tears fall from her eyes. She made no attempt to wipe them away. Who was she trying to be strong in front of? The Moon goddess nodded as she smiled proudly. “Okay. All you have to do when you get back to the real world is go to your sister’s room and touch her forehead. When you do so, close your eyes and focus on one thing: bringing her back.” “That’s it?” Selena asked. It sounded simple.

Kane looked like a walking corpse, standing at the very front. My parents sat dead-eyed in the front row, totally drained. The only one who looked vibrantly alive was Isla. She wore a perfectly tailored black lace dress. Her makeup was flawless. Clutching a white handkerchief, she squeezed out a few fake tears. But she couldn't hide the raw ambition burning in her eyes. Halfway through the service, Isla couldn't wait anymore. She stepped right up to Alpha Marcus, my mother, and the powerful pack elders. "Father, Mother, Elders. Losing my sister breaks my heart." She choked back a sob, but her chin was held high. "But this is not the time for weakness. The Crescent Moon Pack needs a Luna."

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.