Layla Moon Books Novels & Stories

I stated, “You really need it, I guess you'll have to reheat the only thing you eat in this house… anyway since you're going into the streets, do you mind grabbing me the second volume of a novel?” “What novel?” “New moon, Stephanie Mayer. You can find it at the bookstore just down the street. And please be careful out there.” “Alright Mrs Lyra Moon.” “I dare you to repeat that.” She gritted. “I wouldn't want to see your wrath ma!” I teased more, knowing she hated anything ma. “And that's it!” She sprang up, but before she could catch up with me, I had already taken a run for it. Jogging around the Streets by this time of the night was really beautiful, I could feel the cold airbrushed my fa

I said my voice low. The wolfen looked at me and Kade with concern. One of the older wolfen stepped closer, “It’s Miss Lyra, isn’t it.” Kade nodded and took the lead. “As we all know that tonight is the time for the Bloodmoon to appear.” Everyone nodded. “Well, we have discovered that Lyra is the Moonborn mentioned in the legends.” “How is that possible? It’s only a myth and Lyra is a human, her scent didn’t indicate any sort of wolf.” Another spoke.

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.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

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

If she could have known ,the winds ahd flown her there so that she would be lectured as a kid them she could have never landed there but could have gone somewhere far away. “You surely underestimate my powers, Luna Milburn.” The moom godess chuckled, after reading her thoughts. “Am not lecturing you nor am I asking you to stop despising Alpha Rasmore. I just wanted to let you remeber that everytging happens for a reason.” She was told. Thick darkness started to ascend swallowing everything up. Karen wasn’t shocked nor asked anything because she knew what was about to happen. When the moongodess is preparing to reveal herself, the darkness happens. After a short while, the darkeness faded awa

I just sat there just doing nothing but listening to everything everyone else had to say. “The only thing I can tell you about Aeliana is that I started dreaming about her when I was a small child that prayed to the moon goddess for a forever friend, and that night it was answer. When I went to sleep that night just to wake up in a strange place that seemed there it was morning and night. Both the moon and the sun were shinning there. As I looked around to see a girl that seemed to be about my age. Her skin was pale, her hair was as red as fire, and her eyes as green as the grass on a summer’s day. When she seen me, I realize she was just as surprise to see me as I was of her, and I found ou

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

It’s just always been the Moon Goddess’s intention to make our true mates pureblood werewolves as well. Layla was a pureblood. She was also gorgeous. But I can’t think about her right now. I need to go into the human town close by and deal with a few more things before the Solstice Celebration. I let my Beta know that I’m leaving before hopping on my motorcycle and ride into the nearby town, Ashland.