Layla Moon Books Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Promise. Where are we going anyways?” asked Layla in a casual tone. Lily’s disheartened expressions transformed into a wide cheeky grin at Layla’s question. “Blood moon” replied Lily with a smile. “What? Blood Moon? Why Blood Moon of all the places?” asked Layla nervously. Lily got up from her bed and went towards her closet.

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.

Also, the word 'thankful' isn't enough to level how much grateful I am to you all for supporting me and this book. See you ‘till the next Claveria adventure, guys! Love y’all! *BOOK SERIES* -MELANCHOLY: THE MOON’S INCEPTION -A LUNA’S BLADE: FEUDS AND GRUDGES -TALE OF THE DEEP: A SIREN’S MELODY

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

Layla's POV I peered through the curtains stretched out as the wind continually blew against it, watching the iridescent moon having a field day as she bathed the land with her beauty. This wasn't to be compared. She was in a league of her own and I suddenly felt the need to be shy. It seems like she was having a good time and everyone else was just interrupting her conversation with the Earth. I chuckled at my weird thoughts, of course I was the only one that will come up with blaze ideas

Do you remember the words you said? - Do you know, those words that night, in this world, the person who is not qualified to speak to me the most is you? - I hate you. I hated her before I even met her. The curtains fluttered open, unable to see both of their expressions. *** Helia never knew, in a far away place, Layla had become an emerging star in the literary world with her first collection of short stories written in foreign languages. The cover is her own design, with a crayon drawing of a field of golden sunflowers leaning slightly in the wind, a tall pine tree and a blue sky in the distance, with text handwritten "The sky left behind".

She said and smiled… Ameliah held Stephen’s hand which made him look at her. They smiled at each other before returning their gaze to the woman… “We want to know how this book came into existence?” Stephen said… “This book titled ‘La Luna Azul’ also known as the blue moon, is a book that was written by your ancestors, that is the first vampires and werewolf who came into existence. This book has now been passed from generation to generation in order to help the future generation prepare for the coming of the Blue Moon. I gave this book to Ameliah because i know that in one way or the other you’ll get to know about this book.” She said…

Lyra’s fingers tightened in Ares’s shirt. “What does she mean…” she whispered. Ares didn’t look away from the priestess. “It means she is lying.” Lunara chuckled softly, the sound like glass chiming. “So much defiance,” she murmured. “Still pretending you can outrun the Moon.” She lifted one hand. The sky responded. Clouds parted in a perfect circle overhead, revealing a full moon so bright it turned the courtyard silver. Lyra cried out softly as heat bloomed in her chest.

I think of Wren, the way she met my stare, the way her defiance burned even when every wolf in the room wanted her gone. Tessa stops at the split in the hall. “She’ll make it through the night,” she says, “if you don’t go soft.” “Wasn’t planning on it.” She almost smiles. “Good.” I head for my office, but I pause at the door, hand on the wood, and listen to the silence for just a second longer. The echo of the prophecy is still there, in the walls, in the blood, in the air. If the Stray Moon dies outside these walls, Nightwind will fall from within.

"Yes. I was Alpha Felix Moons Beta before your father killed them, and we surrendered to his pack and loyalty." "Felix Moon was an Alpha!?" "Yes. Alpha Felix Moon was one of the best Alpha's there was. His mate, Luna Sasha Moon, was from your father's pack. They had a daughter. Not sure what ever happened to her. There have been a lot of stories and rumors about her whereabouts." "Why did my father kill them? Is that why we have such a large pack?"