Novelas y relatos de Ivorymoon

“It can’t—” The Moon’s presence flared, and Selah’s laugh died in her throat. Kieran strained, eyes wet. “Aria—please. Don’t—” The shadow inside him leaned close to my ear and whispered sweetly, like it was sharing a secret: “You can’t save them all.” My ribs tightened. My breath came sharp. The Moon’s voice returned, colder now, the weight of law itself: MOTHER. DAX. MATE. Pick one. My vision blurred with rage and grief.

They killed the lunaris wolves who were unarmed before attacking the moon veil coven. " I found someone” her voice cracked “a lunaris wolf” The lady's brow furrowed. "Impossible” “Last of her kind… I didn't believe it myself.” The lady said nothing and Ivy continued “She has the moonstone, I tested it myself, forged by the blood of the first celestial wolf and coated with power from the first moon goddess herself.” She paused “It has everything we need” There was a brief silence. “Has she fully awakened?” She said grimly.

Even Vael's swirling black smoke seemed to freeze in mid-air, instantly bowing to the oppressive authority filling the plaza. From the temple emerged Victoria, the so-called Moon Goddess. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet her beauty was entirely hollow, like a perfectly sculpted statue of ice. She wore a gown of woven moonlight that shimmered with a cold, pale glow, and her hair floated around her in a weightless silver halo. Her eyes were completely white, devoid of pupils, radiating a sharp, blinding light that felt like a physical weight pressing against our soul. She held a staff of solid white gold, topped with a massive, glowing crescent moon that pulsed with a dangerous, hypocriti

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

So, he lifts his foot determinedly, walks right through the black wall and beyond. Mark finds himself standing on a hill. He looks up at the moon high in the sky, no stars to be seen. The hill he is standing upon is surrounded by lush green trees as if to hide it from prying eyes. The stillness of the night is unsettling. The forest is so quiet that it somewhat feels eerie. Even the wind is silent and motionless. Mark feels a chill crawling up his back as he looks around trying to understand why he is here when he hears…a blood curdling scream.

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

Amber nodded just before a contraction rippled through her. As the moon rose to its peak, the Lunas began to push. Amber was the first to birth to her child, which I expected. He was a healthy boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I passed the boy to Alpha Damien to clean him up as I turned my focus to Michelle. The moon reached its peak as the female was born. I called to Selene and the moon turned blue before she descended to earth. We clasped hands and began the incantation to seal her powers. The wind picked up as we finished the spell. She turned to her beloved creatures and smiled, then faded and returned to the moon. I quickly put the blinding spell on the female and watched as they cra

“Whoever you are and whatever you are, just leave me alone.” For some reason, I can feel her rolling her eyes at me. “Right. As if I can do that. Do you think I have a choice here? We’re tied for life and unfortunately for both of us, we’re stuck with each other. Do you think I’m here celebrating that?” She lets out a long sigh. “Besides, didn’t I already introduce myself to you? I’m Ivory, your Lycan. What the hell do you mean by not knowing who I am and what I am? You’re thick, girl. And not the good kind of thick.”

"Come on in; the party is about to start." Party? Ivory didn't even know there was going to be a party, and she ... what about her appearance? Does she already look good and deserve to be with Benjamin, the owner of the famous Moonfall club? You could find anything in that club, including the pleasure of lust guaranteed through the chosen women as the medium of fulfillment. Ivory stepped through the open door. Her hand grasped Benjamin's arm, and it was enough to make her believe that she belonged there. Ivory Laverne was an ordinary woman but now turned out to be a mythological creature that many people would probably hunt down if they knew.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak