Libra Moon Sign Novels & Stories

"Not you. I get to decide what its will truly means, and it doesn't include the sacrifice of myself or my pack." Mira told a bitter laugh, her hands glowing with silver light. "You truly believe you can defy the moon and live? Behold what it thinks of you." With arms lifted up high, a violent storm stormed in upon them, and the wind began ripping through the chamber. Luna and her pack held their ground, the relic around Luna's neck burning brighter. But this time, it didn't burn. It felt warm; it felt empowering. Soft yet powerful, the moon's voice surged in her mind:

The parchment was yellowed, covered with symbols I didn’t understand, but the image in its center took my breath away: a woman with a glowing moon-shaped mark on her chest, standing under a full moon, wolves bowing at her feet. "You're the Lunar Chosen," panted Marianne, her words reverent and cautious. “A receptacle of the ancient spirit of the Moon Goddess. That mark, it’s her sigil, woken the moment you channeled her power to heal your mate.”

He was confident of the fact that whatever they were waiting for along the river will reveal itself. “Who are they? What are they?” Chastine’s brows curled down out of curiosity. “Well, while waiting for them, do you know they only gather and show up every new moon?” Chastine grew even more curious at what Juste was saying. He continued, “they mark the start and end of the lunation cycle.” “Lunation?” “Yes. A lunation is the cycle of the moon, starting at a new moon phase and ending at a new moon phase. Haha, somehow these fellas know how to hunt during those times. Cool instinct, huh?”

“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

“Have mercy on us Moon God Luna, The prophecy is true, the Moon God Luna will come to rescue us and bring balance and peace to us.” “My mate is the Moon God Luna, How can I not be lucky?” I said smiling at her and I won’t lie, I want to have sex with her right now because I suddenly missed her touch, and seeing her naked, my thinking got interrupted, “I know what you want but let’s get home first.” She added with a smile.

The ecstasy that blossomed from the pure worship of the moon and its goddess. With a knowing, heavy lidded smile, Libra welcomed Myra, and drew a finger down forehead like one would touch a delicate flower petal. “There is more fire in you than you reveal.” On such nights like this, it was easy to forget one's troubles and simply be one with the earth. Moving to nothing else but the music of devotion. For 21 years, this was the life Myra had known, and while she had come to understand its necessity, it didn't stop her heart from yearning for more.

As I got to my room, I immediately ran to the sink to throw up all the food I ate, I couldn't shake off my mom's words. She was impossible, is she really blaming me that Katherine and Nathaniel are mates, how is that my fault? I sure wasn't the moon goddess. I just hope that Katherine would keep to her end of the bargain, because Nathaniel was mine. I have loved him since when we were young, I can't let her take away my chance of being Luna. I was more fitted for that role, and nothing is going to make me lose it.

Luna watched the brief alignment, breath caught. Then, as quickly as they had aligned, the stars scattered back into their usual, age-old patterns, the new crescent slipping into the tapestry so neatly that only those who knew where to look would see it. The crescent on her brow remained. Permanent. The one in the sky— Her sign now. But not a shout. A whisper. “There,” the Moon said. *It is done. You are marked. Not as My property. As My choice. And yours. Heir of the Moon. Warden of the Gate. Alpha of Bloodline and Storm. Try not to trip on your own titles.*

Lena hesitated and then took a small sip. The warmth spread through her softening the rigor of her nerves in her chest. She set the mug down and looked at Luna Celeste "You said I have power, what do you mean?" Luna Celeste sat down in the chair across from her, and her face turned solemn. "The gifts of the Moon Goddess are rare, but she never bestows them, much like her gifts, for no reason. You were born during a blood moon, was it not?"

She also looked over at Lucien and her breath caught. “You have it too,” She added, gesturing towards my arms. “Constellation marks,” Lucien finally spoke. “Huh?” She whipped her head at him. “They're constellation marks. It's believed that the moon goddess brand traitors with such marks,” He heaved a sigh and the marks in our skin glistened under the light as if in agreement. “Traitors?” Lyra breathed out, her eyes darting from Lucien to me. “I thought the moon goddess gave mate bonds,” She added, a stray tear walking down her cheek.