Know Who You Are From Moana Novels & Stories

It was still a long way to go but the path from here on out was a hell of a lot less life threatening. We made it to a small stone cabin at the foot of the mountain just as the sun began to set. We spent the night all squished together in the tiny single room hut. It was tight, though I was thankful for the warmth that the combined body heat provided. I learned that the three warriors that joined us are named Venus, Cleo and Phoebe. Venus was born in India, though she didn’t say much about her upbringing or how she came to be at Luna Eclipse. She is a tall and slender woman with long deep black hair and smooth tanned skin. She is a little quiet, but her eyes never stop watching. Phoebe has b

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

pretending" to be a wolf. You are all those things. But above that, you are a Moore. You don't have to be anything other than that! Show them what it means to be the daughter of not only Brandon Blackwolf, the son of Tori Blackwolf, the Chosen- the Goddess's daughter. Show them what it means to be a Moore. The daughter of Missy Moore, granddaughter to Vivian Moore, the most fierce woman I've ever known. Show them that! You're not as alone as you may feel." Her words took my breath away. I was reminded of the fleeting words of my mother. I am her daughter! I am Kwenali Emeri Moore. I cried my eyes out again, and both women hugged me tight. I knew I didn't really know either, but their words w

“Your father asked me to. Said you reminded him too much of your bitch of a mother.” “Mom—” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, her eyes glowing a menacing red in the darkness. “I’m not your mother.” As Moana spoke, tears filled my eyes. “That’s not true,” I whispered. “You’re the only mom I’ve ever known.” “No one wants you, Ella,” Moana hissed in response. She took another step back, and was fully engulfed in the shadows now. “Not even Logan.” “That’s not—”

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.

Moon noticed her nervousness and spoke. Moon: You can only pass if I let you. Now tell me, what's your name? Ocean: Ocean, my name is Ocean Knight. Moon: Another Knight. You ain't look all nerdy and bratty like the other three. Ocean: They are my cousins. Moon: look at me then answer me. I don't like being avoided. She looked at Moon. Moon looked straight in her beautiful blue eyes. She also looked straight in his eyes. She felt something familiar in those green orbs. Moon smiled and got out of her way.

"Scarlett." ******

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Maybe I had the old map I took a picture of twisted, and I was looking at it wrong? From what I could gather so far, it looked like the 1st war took place the further north than the others, so possibly in Canada, or at least along the Canada and USA border. Oh hell, I don’t know anymore. I rested my head in my hands with my elbows on the table, just frustrated and ready to give it up on all of it. I mean, I’m only 17 and don’t even have my wolf yet, but I’m supposed to be the “chosen one” that’s going to save us all? It just doesn’t make any sense. Why am I so special? I’m not even a ranking status within any pack for that matter. Holy sweet mother of baby Zeus. I swear the Moon Goddess has

Nya had fought Rok enough times not to let a crotchety personality dissuade her in battle. “Who am I?” he repeated, shaking his head. He folded his arms across his massive chest. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing?” “Who am I?” Nya repeated, realizing that was exactly what he’d just said to her. “I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!”