Isla Moon Of Novels & Stories

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.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

She sighed and turned back to Isabelle. "What are you doing Isabelle?" Jessica asked, almost thinking that Isabelle had completely gone mad. "The moon!" Isabelle screamed in frustration. "Look at the moon you dumb fool!" Jessica turned again and her eyes met the full moon breaking through the clouds and shining brightly, its silver obb sending out radiant light in different directions. "That's the full moon!" Isabelle screamed. "It's the night of the blood moon!" That was when the realization hit Jessica square in the face. The night of the blood moon Draven wasn't locked up and she wasn't there close to him to stop his blood lust!

"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.

Zelena. “Mother?” I said meekly. “Yes, daughter of mine” Selene answered me. “You’re Selene, the Moon Goddess?” Gunner stated obviously. She turned her angry eyes to him and nodded. Gunner dropped to the ground on his hands and knees with his head pressed into the dirt. Tobias huffed and shook his head. “Too late for that don’t you think? You've already insulted and disrespected her” he grumbled.

She had fought hard to carve out her own identity, and now, with Liam by her side, she felt stronger than ever. The Moon Goddess had been gentle with her, granting her a mate who not only loved her but also lifted her up in the eyes of those who had once doubted her. Isla felt a sense of gratitude wash over her, and she closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to bask in the warmth of that thought.

"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

"How are you?" "Still breathing," my voice was a thin thread. "Barely." Isla was an oath-keeper, a respected position from a neutral pack. More importantly, she was my only friend. "The will you mentioned…" "Do you remember it?" I managed to sit up and pulled a small, wrapped bundle from under my pillow. "This is the last thing I have to give." Inside the cloth was a Moonstone, milky-white and glowing with a soft light. "Is this... the Luna's Moonstone?" Isla whispered, her voice full of awe. "Hazel, this contains the very essence of your Luna power!"

The pack’s compound was quiet, a calm that felt deceptively serene. The crescent moon symbol, etched into the wooden beams above the main entrance, glinted in the early morning light as Isla stood just inside the gates. Her pulse raced, each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she took in the scene before her. This was Luca’s world. A world she now shared, for better or worse.

And Bella, my Luna who fought many battles and faith for me listened with the promise of tomorrow in her eyes. My gaze went up to the sky and I saw the moon still shining through the dark sky. “ Thank you,” I said softly to the Moon Goddess who made this happen. I was the luckiest man on the entire planet to have Isabella as my mate, my wife, and the mother of my child.