Ivorymoon Novels & Stories

“My little moon…” The man’s voice trembled with emotion. “We’ve searched every sunrise…” “…every full moon…” “…every kingdom…” “…for you.” Tears rolled down Ivy’s cheeks before she even understood why. “I know you…” she whispered. The woman’s smile broke. “You always have.” As Ivy reached for them… The dream shattered. She awoke with tears still on her face. Outside her bedroom window, the moon shone brilliantly over Blackridge. Far beyond the mountains, in the hidden Crystal Palace, the Lycan Queen awoke at the exact same moment.

"You had no right." "I know." "I didn't consent to this." "I know." "Then fix it!" My voice cracked. "Undo it. Remove it. Whatever you did, reverse it." "I can't." "You can't or you won't?" "Both." He moved closer. I backed away. He stopped. "An imprint can't be undone, Elara. It's written into your biology now. Your scent. Your blood. Every werewolf within a hundred miles knows you belong to me."

but she is different that what people have told me, this one had a tribal tattoo on her forehead, her eyes were a dark blue that glowed, she was wearing blue armor, but she was very beautiful, “No, i'm not the mother moon goddess, i am the warrior moon goddess, my name is Ivory, i was once a luna from so long ago, i brought you here to speak with you, so let's have a chat so i can send you back and i can unfreeze this fighting so i can end it, “What do you need to speak with me about? Is there something i need to know?” She sighed as she sat down beside me. She looked so tired. Maybe from all this fighting that's been going on, She began to speak and I started listening, i wanted to listen t

One week after new Blood Moon died, Moonlight den, full moon white, same moon Isabella saw forty-two years ago when she came in red dress to die. Luna and Sol, twin Silver Whites, eighteen, in Luna dresses, white with silver and red thread - not sacrifice red, Luna red - tall, silver-white hair down to waist and shoulders, ice-blue eyes glowing, marks on necks glowing silver - birth marks, twin marks, first twins in hundred years, now eighteen, ready for mates, who waited one week after victory howl for mating ceremony.

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

“Oh great Moon Goddess, I, Princess Brenna Sutton, humbly present myself to become your next Luna, if you so choose.” Suddenly, the moon glowed brighter than before, and an image of a woman with snow-white hair appeared in the moon along with a white wolf behind her. I gasped as I fell to my knees, unable to take my eyes off her. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. “If I give you this power, what will you do with it?” “I will serve my Pack,” I replied. “Will you guard them, protect them with all that you possess?” I nodded. “Yes, I will.”

Will she be the same? The memory wraps itself around me and suddenly I am standing in a clearing within the pine forest. A night when the moon is waxing but not full and a breeze shimmers a tender shushing through the trees around us. Somewhere in the branches, an owl hoots softly to her mate. It is the perfect night. The sort that feels more like a dream, set apart from the world. Silvia is in my arms looking up at me, her damp skin pressed to mine. She shivers and I feel the gooseflesh on her naked body. There are still drops of water on her eyelashes from our night swim and I lean down to kiss them away. 'Silvia Ironwolf,' I say after each kiss, 'Do you solemnly swear to be my mate forev

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?