Kami Of The Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

The crescent moon smiles down below. Ignorant of the world below. The stars glow, and the moon shines. A tear falls from your eye. The moon smiles a slim, thin grin. Now our story truly begins. Chapter Three: Secrets Revealed “Angelica, you need to calm down,” Astra called from her broom as she descended from the sky and jumped to the ground. Her broom collapsed into a pocket-sized hand broom. Angelica growled at Astra as she moved to a lunge to attack. Astra grabbed the broken necklace from the ground, and it turned into a magic lasso. She dodged Angelica’s attack as the lasso wrapped around angelicas neck, forming a new chain.

I said with a light smile and her gaze shifted to the window as if trying to recollect where to start from. "You do know the story of moon goddess and Kushim right?" She took a sip of her tea before looking up at me. I nodded as I also took a sip. I felt obligated to take a sip if she does. "Kushim is the first creation of the moon goddess and he was perfection," now her gaze was fixed on me and I couldn't shift mine. "You do know he was finally taken back by the Moon goddess right?" "Yes I do. And I know he will return in the body of the child called the Ultima." I added and she smiled as she nodded.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

was all I manage to say and drank from my cup. "She is beyond all compliments and adoration, Wajan. She is the creator, and we regard her as such." He leaned back on his wooden chair with his hands, residues of his meal still evident, still rested on the table top. His muscled flexed at that movement and I could not help but to gawk. I quickly widthraw my stares before he notice. "I thought so," I said. "You must meet Lamara, my sister by birth. She will teach you all you need to know regarding the moon and all her glory. She helped the healer to cure your wounds using her spiritual gift."

It was obvious that they were scared of me and him. He looked at me with a slight smile on his face and then the workers and said, “Why yes of course. How could I not recognize Alpha Kyle's mate?” Their jaws drop and they quickly avoid looking me in my eyes to show respect. “Now, I want you to make someone quick and easy for her.” “Right away! A-anything for our Luna!” they said and started scrambling around. Celeste liked the title that was supposed to be ours, but I hated it for some reason.

The twilight sky, a deep indigo streaked with violet and gold, framed the crescent moon, its silver arc a defiant beacon, casting an ethereal glow across the scene, a stage for a legacy forged, yet poised for threats anew. Samantha Lykos stood at the clearing’s edge, her crescent-tipped staff planted firmly in the earth, its oak gleaming, silver tip catching the firelight in radiant pulses, a relic now a symbol of resilience. Her auburn hair was unbound, waves cascading like molten copper, shimmering in the twilight, framing green eyes that glowed with fierce serenity, tempered by the Iron Veil’s fall, yet shadowed by an uneasy vision. Her flowing tunic of deep indigo, embroidered with silve

The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, casting a mesmerizing silvery glow across the land. Alpha Galan, stood at the edge of a cliff, his keen eyes fixed on the radiant lunar sphere. It was on this sacred night that he could call upon Selene, the moon goddess, his mother, and the divine being who bestowed him with his extraordinary abilities. As the moonlight reached its peak, a celestial aura enveloped Alpha Galan, and he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He raised his arms to the heavens, calling out to his mother, the moon goddess, with a melodic incantation passed down through generations:

she says. I hold Cassian’s hand tight through the brief ceremony. The High Priestess chants softly in that language I’ve never heard, and in a few minutes, I’m wearing a crystal crown studded with moonstones and precious gems that they somehow produced from the back of the sanctuary. The Luna ceremony follows, and it is just as surprisingly quick. Cassian certifies me as his Luna, and then the line of priestesses approach and circle around me, the smoke from their burning bundles of sage and what smells like other herbs floats around me in gentle waves, then drifts up toward the towering ceiling and passes over the Moon Goddess statue.

He let out a half-laugh, then groaned. “Legendary huh?” Part of me felt like I should know who or what he was talking about, but I didn’t. “Crescent Wolf. The most feared and sought-after wolf that was said to have been blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.” Still, I didn’t know what he was talking about. I have never heard of such a wolf. Although it kind of made sense considering the way I grew up. I hadn’t exactly been privy to certain information, and it wasn’t like anyone ever really talked to me about things.