Layla Moon Author Novels & Stories

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

Layla added, playing with a few strands of her hair, twirling them in her finger. Lucian didn’t say another word after a while which made her think he had left. Layla got up from the bed and sauntered to the window. The bright moon was silently watching over everything from above, like a mighty deity doing its responsibility to guide the lost souls to the right path amid the night. Its beauty was always fascinating in Layla’s eyes. She smiled, peering at the almost perfectly round moon in the night sky. “The full moon is coming,” she whispered, still tilting her head up to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the night despite the growing worry in her heart.

she spoke with a serenity that made it seem as though she'd been waiting for a very long time. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am the divine messenger of the Moon Goddess' Sacred Ground, Lyra Sterling." Lyra told me who she was, and then her expression turned solemn as she earnestly asked me to confirm what I truly wanted. "I already know about your past. Have you truly thought this through? Once you officially step into the Moon Goddess' Sacred Ground, all your emotional bonds will be completely severed, and nothing from your past can ever be restored." I didn't waver in the slightest at these words. All the grievances and heartbreak of the past surged within me, yet I answered her with unwaveri

After discussing her plans and ideas with me, she nodded to herself and then smiled once something else popped up in her head. "Thank you for coming back," she said. "I couldn’t stay away from here. I just wanted to keep my daughter safe. The Moon Goddess gave Layla a chance as an apology for what her grandma and her previous mate did to her. Instead of being grateful, she became greedy. Look at her downfall," I sighed as I recalled the way she was apologizing to me when we went to the prison to get her blood. She didn’t even remember what she had done to beg for my apology, she just knew she needed to.

I asked with another threatening yell, and she was visibly shaken. “I’m Layla..Layla, Layla Luther,” she stuttered and I frowned. What was the moon goddess trying to do? No way a Lutheran could be my mate.

“And if I may ask, how do you suggest we get to this person that you two think she’s protecting? How do we even know who he or she is?” “That’s where the mystery lies,” Layla smiled. “And that’s where I come in. You know there’s a lot of fun in solving mysteries.” Xavier stared at her as she dipped her hand in her pocket. “What do you mean?” “You see, I didn’t tell you earlier,” Layla smiled. “One of the many advantages of going on extra missions for the moon goddess after death is a few golden marbles that can help you get anywhere in the world a little quicker.”

It was a relief that she hadn't been completely crippled before; though moving was a bit forced now, at least she wouldn't be truly disabled. She could feel her body being healed by a fragile stream of power. What she needed to do now was to gather strength for Baron's treasure. Layla remembered her father's words, "Baron is favored by the moon, also receiving strength from it…" Perhaps the full moon's power was what she needed at this moment. Her blue eyes opened, looking towards the ever-clear sky. She thought: The full moon… it's coming soon. … After Layla was redressed, the brown-eyed girl took her to the place where the man lived.

“Selene Montgomery, Luna of the Dark Moon pack.” *Author Note: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this novel. Keep an eye out for the crossover sequel "Dark Moon Daugther" coming soon! In the meantime, check out The Assassin's Mate and learn about the world that Osiris has found himself in. :)

The Aducator said it herself, she was dead in which ever form that comes in and she could use any form to hurt Layla, she could use William. Layla realized that there was no way to fight death in this world. And even if they did fight, her army and she would be fighting her family. Layla pulled herself up in a sitting position and grabbed on of the books and pens that laid sprawled out on one of the library desks. She flipped to an open page and started to write. She wasn’t sure to who she was writing, but she just needed to tell someone what was happening to her, even if it was just a piece of paper. She wrote twelve pages full, every word she thought of now written down in someone else boo

The one that always earned me gifts and praise. “I need you, Layla. " The words tasted bitter; admitting it wasn't easy. But the fact remained that I was useless if my wolf was against me. I might be wicked. But Layla… It would have been easier if the Moon Goddess had banished her long ago. Half the schemes I come up with exist because of her. I am alive today, breathing, because of this annoying, bitchy wolf. She is the real mastermind here. “You always come crawling back, don’t you?”