Novel & Cerita Layla Moon Books

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.

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 :)

If some little punk tried to touch my daughters, I’d break their fucking hands and then rip their eyes out so they couldn’t see or touch them ever again. "Don’t ruin the evening with what-ifs like that," I grumble, pulling her close just as voices begin to call out the rising of the moon. "Shall we go?" I ask, beginning to lead her toward the large glass windows that separated us from a balcony that overlooked Crimson Tides backgrounds and the starry sky. Nodding, Ayla follows and then rests her body against me while I wrap my arms around her and nestle my chin in her hair puff. "You’re going to mess up my hair," she grumbles, but she doesn’t fight to make me move.

“Your scent… it’s like the old stories.” My chest tightened. “What stories?” She shook her head violently and fled. Later, I overheard Elara speaking in hushed tones near the council chambers. “The prophecy stirs,” she hissed. “If she awakens fully—” “We’ll kill her before that,” another voice replied. That night, the Moon Goddess came again. This time, she didn’t smile. They will fear you, she said. They will try to end you. “What am I?” I asked.

These are questions that just kee bugging me and I need answers to them pretty fast before I lose it. While going over the shelf they was this book that caught my attention and I took it out to read, I went over to my spot same spot as yesterday to sit and from what I have read so far the moon goddess has three special warriors and they are all rare gem and possesses different powers they are all different but common in a certain way and chári is one of them. I was so lost in the book that I didn’t notice someone sat on my chair. “Hellooo young lady,I have been here for awhile and you didn’t even acknowledge me why are you reading that took all your attention” Lydia said her voice was loud a

Layla exclaimed with a bright smile on her face, oblivious to the librarians’ suspicions. Layla confidently walked to the anthropology section, ready to find her answers. She first started in the symbol section, slowly skimming through each book as to not miss what she’s looking for. Each book was vastly different, some being new releases with what only seemed to be myths regarding the symbols as make belief, and others old enough to conjure up the creatures they speak of by themselves. Yet none of these books had what she was looking for. As she walked down the aisle, a dark blue book poked out from the top shelf; catching her eye almost like it was magnetically drawing her to it, and every

Layla was reading a book in Riven's bedroom, curled on the couch with a blanket over her. She had taken a dozen books from the library, including the one her mother gave her, though she hesitated to open it. Her dark hair was piled on top her head in a high ponytail and she was dressed in a simple yellow gown that hugged her slender waist and flared out elegantly, stopping a little above her knees. Her feet were bare and tucked underneath her on the couch.