Layla Moon Books Novels & Stories

I want that future. I look lovingly at Layla but she has turned her attention to the sky. Her brow is scrunched and eyes are squinting as she looks at something with confusion. I look up to see what she is looking at and I witness the most spectacular meteor shower. "It looks like the moon is crying," She says both in awe and sorrow. "Why do you say that?" I ask trying to see what she sees. "Come here and look," She pats the ground beside herself without taking her eyes off the night sky. I do as she asks and when I look up I see what she is seeing and my stomach falls to my feet.

It was more like a hobby if he had time for it. Layla was getting hungry. She looked at her watch. It was eleven thirty-five. If she knew they would be out there all morning, she would have packed lunch. “Oh my God,” Lacey whispered. Layla looked over at her. Lacey’s hands were practically trembling as they held a brown diary. “What’s wrong?” “I . . . I . . . I . . . You should read this for yourself,” Lacey stuttered nervously. Layla took the book out of her hand and sat down in the wooden chair.

asked Davina. "It isn't coming tonight ." snapped Ada. "You never know ." said Davina . "I know because it isn't full moon tonight ." the words slipped out from Ada's mouth . It was too late when she realised she shouldn't have said what she said . ''What do you mean ? " asked Cynthia doubtedly . "I m..mean ..yeah that if Davina is giving this topic a magical edge .Most of these magical incidents happen during full moon you know ." stammered Ada still looking nervous .Davina and Cynthia still looked confused .

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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 folded the blanket comfortably around him before beginning. “Long ago,” she said softly, “before this pack was as strong as it is today, there lived a small wolf cub.” Daniel shifted slightly closer, listening carefully. “This cub was brave,” Layla continued. “But he was also very small, and sometimes the storms frightened him.” Another rumble of thunder rolled through the night, almost as if the sky itself was responding to her story. “But the Moon Goddess watched over him,” she said. Daniel’s eyes grew curious. “Did she?”

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.