Novelas y relatos de Ivorymoon

"My child, I have watched you. I saw your struggles and I hear your pleas, don't worry. Everything will turn out fine." Ivy couldn't believe her eyes so she rubbed them and tried to look at the figure again. When she had confirmed what she had seen, Ivy answered, "Sorry, but do I know you?" "Yes, you do. I could be compared to what you earthlings call mother earth but I am called the Moon Goddess. You may have forgotten me in this new life of yours but not to worry. You'll be fine" replied the moon goddess. Ivy slowly turned around to face herself, her eyes searching for her reflection in the water. She asked herself, her voice heavy with weariness, "Was that real or just a product of my ang

*** Lyra I was looking at my son and rocking him to sleep. I just finished breastfeeding him and now he is sleeping soundly in my arms. He is growing so well, looking quite healthy. I thank the Moon Goddess. I stood up and placed him gently in his cot, his tiny chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

As she stepped through the grand archway, the scent of aged wood and polished stone enveloped her, mingling with the faint aroma of something sweet wafting from the nearby courtyard. Inside, the hallways were bustling with students—vampires with their pale skin and sharp features, werewolves with their confident strides, and witches adorned in flowing robes, their laughter echoing off the walls. Charlie felt a pang of anxiety as she observed the groups forming, each one a tight-knit circle of friends. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, reminding herself that this was her chance to start anew. “Hey! You must be the new girl!” A voice broke through her thoughts, and Charlie turn

“They created the perfect vessel. And now they’re waiting for the Blood Moon to complete the transfer.” “When is the Blood Moon?” Ivy asked. “Two weeks,” Aiden said. “And if we don’t stop them… that child will become Isla.” That night, Ivy dreamed again. This time she wasn’t in a chamber of mirrors. She was in a hospital delivery room. Her legs were strapped down. Her screams were muffled. A figure in red stood at her side. “Push,” Syra said with a cold smile. “Push, my little vessel.” Ivy screamed.

The Space Between Moons Chapter Six: The Name Between Them The frost was heavier than it had been all week. It lay across the pack lands in a thin white sheet, catching the pre-dawn light and throwing it back blue and silver, and Ivory's breath made clouds in front of her as she walked the east road faster than she'd meant to. The cold was useful. It gave her something immediate to be aware of that wasn't the message on her phone or the specific quality of those four minutes before his reply.

Damien held my eyes for a moment and said nothing, which told me he understood it and did not have words for it either, and then Ivy's voice arrived, high and sharp, the register she used when she had decided to take control of something before it took control of her. "The pack elders are on their way, they are managing the creatures at the border." She paused, her eyes settling on me with the precision of someone placing a stone on a board. "As for my son. You all heard what he said, and you all know we have only just met these guests tonight." Another pause, deliberate. "She is Lily. Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack. My son is seeing something that is not there." "God." A man somewhere behind

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.