Ivorymoon Romane & Geschichten

she said with a smile. I looked at the pot in my hand. I wasn't expecting a full person to disappear on my dresser. I was expecting a voice or even some smoke like in movies. I put the pot down and looked at her. She's really a beautiful woman and according to the story of Selene the moon goddess, she's said to be a beauty. "Are you the moon goddess?" I asked ignorantly. She shook her head and smiled. " I'm Viviana, the first Luna of the werewolves world" she replied.

Then the strangest thing happened, slowly the moon began to descend from the sky right before my eyes and as it did, it got small and smaller until finally, it came in through the open roof and went straight into the orb that was in the woman’s hand. The orb gave off a soft silvery glow at first before it exploded with a bright light that made me shield my eyes. The eye of the statue lit up too and then it spoke to me, “Javier, the first mate of the chosen one.” I still shielded my eyes until the light dimmed and I could see again, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?” “I am Lunar, the goddess of the moon and the mother of all werewolves, Lycans, and otherwise.”

Eivor said. “Not really, we did smell a faint scent a day or two ago, but I cannot tell you what it smelled like. Aerain has this scent that is hard to explain. To me she smells of dark amber, cloves, and dark jasmine, but there is also pink grapefruit, plumeria and fresh sea air like I am at the fucking beach. It is like she is putting off a different scent each time. It is confusing as fuck.” I answer.

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

“Another one?” The woman stood at the gates of the Elder’s sanctuary. She didn’t care about the glowing wards or the guards’ silent stares. She looked older than Ivy, maybe by ten or fifteen years. Her long hair had silver streaks and was braided down her back. Her pale eyes seemed to see through lies. Around her neck, she wore a shining pendant that looked like a crescent moon wrapped in thorns. “You’re Ivy,” she said softly. “And you are?” “My name is Calista. I was born in the Hollow Vale. My mother was a priestess of the First Moon. And... I believe we share blood.”

I finally asked, with my voice sounding like thunder. “Rory, we'll have to fight back. " We have to gather allies who are willing to fight and break out of the darkness that is trying to overwhelm us, she said in a fierce tone, as the fire in her eyes lit up at that instant. “However, you must take this along..." She immediately put her hands in her pocket, and brought out a mysterious-looking stone. The surface looked very smooth and clear, it looked very crystal clear. In the center, I recognized a painting from one of the pack meetings. It symbolized an emblem of both royalty and classical aura.

she said, I shake my head. “I wonder how we caught Alpha Darius' attention…the man is sneaky to me apart from his obsession of finding the moon child, I think he is creepy,” Ivory said. The man seems to know by my face I could see the surprise in his eyes when he saw me. I know I look like the Moon Goddess, if he is the man in my dreams and visions… The reason he was surprised was that I looked like the moon goddess.

The room goes deathly silent, the sheer presence of her icy beauty knocking us all off the edge. Misty gray-blue hits first, measuring, questioning—judging. They are nearly translucent, holding a distant, glass-like sheen. Her skin is porcelain-pale with no warmth of pigment, just a soft, ethereal glow that makes her look unreal. The little hair that peeks from beneath her veil shows sultry silver curls, all resting atop her head like a crown. "Ivory's," Vincenzo's voice bursts out again. "Introducing our Star Girl, Ivory, Raven Series, Mark Three."