Isla Moon Of Novels & Stories

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.”

“Welcome to the Blue Bell Pack. We’re honored to have you join us for this year’s Harvest Moon Festival.” Alpha Zane inclined his head with regal composure. “Thank you, Alpha Orion, Luna Rmonica. The Moon Blood Pack is pleased to be part of such a revered celebration.” Luna Isla, however, was far less gracious. Her sharp, critical eyes swept over the palace grounds, lingering on every detail as though she were cataloging imperfections. She let out a faint, theatrical sigh, her lips curving into a tight, unimpressed smile.

A blood covered Isla stood there and she looked like she was about to take the head of the gatekeeper with her from the looks she was giving him. When her eyes snapped to mine I gulped in fear. I was in deep trouble. But I was glad to see her, even though she shouldn't be here. “Alpha, I mean, Isla, you shouldn't be here. This is the sacred temple of the moon goddess and I -” she cut me off by grabbing me by the throat. “For someone in your position, you sure have a lot to say that isn't in your defense!” Isla hissed at me, the tingling feeling of her hand touching me didn't simmer down the rage she was obviously feeling.

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.

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?"

"Why should I care who Astrophel likes? He hardly ever likes anyone any one anyway and hates it if anyone is perceived to be better than he is. So, what do I care what he thinks, as long as Moon's Call has eyes for me?" "Well, Moon’s Call doesn't strike me as one who has eyes for a mate and I believe that your father has mentioned so one too many a time. He has tried severally to have him mate with one of the maidens in the village but the man has remained strongly adamant," Stella replied.

Then she whispered: “On the night of the festival, when the bond pulled us together… the moon chose her. Isla was marked before she was even born. She carries the bloodline of the first Luna—the one said to have walked beside the Moon Goddess herself. That is why they want her. That is why I ran.” Damien’s chest ached as if he had been struck. His eyes dropped again to Isla, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm she had unleashed. “She’s ours,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “And she carries the power of the first Luna.”

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.

"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."*

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.