Layla Moon Author Novels & Stories

The woods were utterly still until Layla finally broke the silence. Her voice was calm and calculated as she spoke, “Red Moon is stagnant. And not just Red Moon - the werewolf world is..." She let out a breath of disgust. "Weak." Some heat entered her voice. “Hell, the entire magical universe needs a shakeup.” "This is reckless, Layla," an unfamiliar voice hissed. "If the Alpha knew-" "He's Gone With the Wind," Layla drawled. "A dinosaur."

The pawns are of no consequence if the queen remains on the board. Evelyn’s jaw tightened. A familiar frustration, hot and bitter, rose in her throat. “Layla.” Layla, the voice confirmed, the name a sibilant hiss in her thoughts. She is the key, Evelyn. You seek to tear down their world, but she is the vessel through which a new one will be born. My world. As long as she resists, as long as that spark of the Moon Goddess’s light clings to her soul, my hold is… incomplete. She fights me. It is… vexing.

Waylon put Dante’s food in the microwave and sat down beside Caiden who was waiting for him. Waylon looked at Caiden and asked, “Are you going to pray or me?” “I will,” Caiden said excitedly. They held hands and bowed their heads, “Moon Goddess, thank you for the hands that prepared the food today and I ask that you bless all the werewolves and give them something to eat and drink every day, hail the Moon Goddess.” “Hail the Moon Goddess,” Waylon repeated. Caiden and looked at his uncle, “Taste it.”

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.”