Layla Moon Books Novels & Stories

He lifted his shaky hand and sent vines at her. ‘Still so unrepentant.’ She shook her head as she floated to the side, making way for his attack. ‘I would have loved to make him suffer a little bit more, but I can’t keep Eleanor in the sky any longer.’ “I am Layla, the moon child. The moon’s judgement and executioner and I find you, Draven, guilty of multiple crimes and abominations against your kind.” She shouted, lifting her glaive with both hands; the blade burned with white flames, and the halo of light around her glowed like the sun.

I looked up at Donovan realizing suddenly that if Jasper had not kicked him out, in a fit of jealousy, Donovan could have very well been one of the men on the snowy ground. "The... the library..." I whispered silently. Everyone was confused for a moment before I elaborated, "That's where my pups are." Donovan nodded and lead the way to the library. When we entered, I pushed out of Donovan's arms, determined to make my own way. "My Luna...? You're awake...?" Everyone's eyes snapped up to the young man in front of us. I all but ran to him when swords were drawn, wrapping my arms around him as a line of defense, as if anyone would have any problems with stabbing the Luna of an Alpha who had app

Improvising, I grabbed a few items that Piercy decorated his room with. Thankfully, Brittany given me a laptop with the binder. Her system confused me. Making my own spreadsheet, I laid out a solid month at a time. Starting with the bills, I wrote down the date they were due and how much. Then I moved to the next thing. One by one, I organized the entire month on just the basic of what this pack required. “What are you doing?” Piercy was standing behind me, looking at the spreadsheet. “Um…” I was confused. “… trying to learn how to be a luna? Isn’t that what I was supposed to do?”

With my fingers trembling, I unfolded the paper, my eyes flying across the small, loopy handwriting I would have recognized anywhere: my mother’s. To my daughter born beneath the blood moon, you are the chosen one who will cast back the shadows, and repair what is broken. Trust the tie, and it will lead you when nothing else will. I read the note, my heart racing. A blood moon. My birth — I’d never known the whole story, just that my parents had died when I was little, leaving me with bits of memory and this locket. Was this what Rhys meant?

Among them, Alpha Aric stood tall, waiting for me with a gaze full of trust. My steps were steady as I entered the altar. A dark blue gown adorned with star and crescent embroidery draped my body, elegant yet strong. A thin crown of white metal inlaid with moon crystals rested on my head. My breath was heavy, but my heart was resolute. This was my path. This was my destiny. Elder Tarlan stepped forward with a calm yet authoritative voice. "Today, as the sun sets and night falls, we welcome a new soul to lead alongside Alpha. Lyara Moonveil, are you willing to be appointed as Luna of the Silvergrove pack?"

Layla muttered as she plucked off the blue-light berry from the stem. "It only grows under the light of the full moon.." Nolan explained. Layla slowly placed the berry into her mouth, as it was the first time she was tasting it. "It's good.." she praised. It tasted slightly sweet with a hint of tartness. "I'll take two branches.." Nolan informed the storekeeper and she began to package their other. "It's really good.." "Yeah, there's lots of good stuff here.." "I'm going to have everything…" Layla announced happily. Enchanted moon pack was far more fun and resourceful than she had expected.

I had seen the shapes power could take—and the rot that nestled underneath it. The truth was, Moonbane hadn’t changed at all. I had. And so did I. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to breathe without watching my back. Only a little. Linnea saw us off at the station. She didn’t plan to return to Moonbane with me—only to Riddle territory, alone. She said nothing about the investigation—not directly. She only pressed a small leather-bound book into my hand before boarding her own train. “For your collection,” she said. “There’s a page marked. Just thought you’d find it... interesting.”

Layla’s mood sank even lower. She looked up at the full moon in the sky and then at Brit, who was busy telling her mother about some of her friends at school, clearly unaffected by its pull. The four warriors had already succumbed; she could sense them running in the woods. But Jackson didn’t seem affected. And to think about it, neither did she. The moon had never been anything other than the moon, even when all the weird things had started happening to her. “Shall we head to bed?” Jackson asked.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)