Isla-moon Nude Novels & Stories

Zelena. The sky was a clear crystal blue and the bright sunlight twinkled on the top of the water. Coming to the beach was a fantastic idea. I wanted time to just relax and hang out with my friends, even if Cole was still a no show. The soft white sand felt great under my feet. I curled my toes and dug them under the sand. Smith and Nat dropped the esky and picnic basket and laid out some towels. I sat down on the edge of a towel and buried my feet into the sand. Smith stripped down to his swim shorts and Nat slid her dress down her body and let it drop at her feet. She was wearing a skimpy black string bikini that sat high up on her hips and barely covered her breasts. But hot damn does she

On the Moon Desire Kingdom, after Marcus drunk himself, he immediately fell asleep. On the side of his room the moon light shines in through the window, reflecting on his face. "Marcus..." "Marcus, help me!" He heard the voice of Ertha, crying for help. "Ertha, where are you?!" Marcus called out trying to find her in the dark. It's night, she shouldn't be here, why was she screaming? Marcus walked in the forest. He tried looking around but the dark forest makes it difficult. Marcus walked faster, looking more and more around. He then next hear the agony howled of his beloved Luna.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

She motions me up, shaking her head. “That will not be necessary, but I need you to understand.” And with that she waves her hand so a medium size ball of light flows to me. I gasp when I see who it is - Isabella and Luna Michelle. “But that’s impossible. She’s dead.” The moon goddess shakes her head again and then puts a finger to her mouth indicating for me to keep quiet.

He wiped his hand down his face and looked between everyone in the room before he rested his eyes back on me. “The moon goddess told her mother that her mate would be the future alpha. You are her mate. And when you are both mark and mated, she will receive her full powers. She said alone they are strong, but together they would be able to stop the evil forces. The evil forces aren’t just coming for Addy, they are coming to take over the world. You and Addy, together, are what will save our entire species. She is the Moon’s Luna.” He was looking at me apologetically. I know I shouldn’t be mad at him, he did this for me. For her, but he knew. “How long….how long have y’all know?” I as

We walked toward the car, ready to begin our honeymoon, our life. As we passed the Moon Spring, I took one last look at its tranquil waters. The reflection of the sunset shimmered on its surface, a perfect, beautiful painting. From this day forward, I was no one's property. I was Isla, Master Healer, Luna of the Sunstone Pack. And I was loved.

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.

Known not because she spoke, but because every bone in my body recognised her presence. The Moon Goddess. The one who bound Orion and Cain. The one who shaped fates. The one who watched from the sky every night. She was terrifying and beautiful, comforting and overwhelming - like witnessing the moon rise at arm’s length. I took a step forward. The water glowed brighter. Another step. The air hummed.

Isla yanked his shirt open, pushed him back against the headboard, then climbed onto the bed herself, phone already out, snapping close-up shots of the two of them tangled together. She sat back to check the photos. They actually look convincing. This should work. "Okay, a few more the more scandalous-looking, the better!" She dragged the blanket up over his hips, his shirt hanging open, the fabric riding just low enough to leave nothing but a hard, cut set of abs on display. Distractingly hot abs.

he asked. “Twenty-first of January,” replied Matt. “When is the next full moon?” asked Red. Matt took out his phone and did a voice search. “When is the next full moon?” Matt asked his phone. A woman’s pleasant voice was heard: The first full moon of the year, or what Native Americans call the Wolf Moon, will light up the night sky on January 28. Enjoy your camping, Matt! After the computer-generated voice, there was the sound effect of a howling wolf. Red smiled as he heard the sound effect while Matt immediately lowered his phone.