Romans & histoires Lila Spooky Month Fanart

They stay hidden and send their people to battle. And Lila…I hope she is alright. The news is going up and down about a strange creature killing and leaving a spiral sign on its victims. It is trying to tell us something and I need to decode that as soon as I can. The blood moon is in three days and the closer it gets, the more I get worried. Troy said whatever it is, it's going to show up that night and I do not want to risk the lives of my pack members. They are family, they all have a pinch of my blood in them which is what binds us together.

And the Moon Festival marked the anniversary of the day Lily had been chosen by the Moon Goddess as the fated mate of both Lucas and Liam. It had been the scariest, most confusing moment of her life, but it turned out good in the end. She hadn’t expected to feel nervous about it again, but now, walking into the boutique with Maya and Chloe at her sides, she felt a bit of something uneasy pulling at her ribs. Not because of Lucas or Liam. It was because of Chloe and that report Lena had shown them. Lily still didn’t know what to believe. “Okay, I’m thinking something long and flowy,” Maya said as she pushed open the boutique’s glass doors. “Maybe with a slit. Something that says ‘I am holy, b

Even through the dim lighting, he could see the faded paint and tattoo-like colors on Luntian’s face. A mixture of red, yellow and blue. “You were having a nightmare.” Luntian deadpanned, as she tossed more dried leaves and sticks to the fire. “The full moon is near — that’s the sign you’re about to turn to a beast again. Your influence, your pheromones… the Shadows will feel your presence wherever you are because of it. We must warn Accashia about it.”

The bustle of the Moonbane pack was overwhelming to Layla. The Moonbane insignia of a large waning crescent moon with the Moon Goddess standing fiercely in the middle was everywhere she looked. It felt like overkill. She couldn't even remember her father's pack's insignia.

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

The mark on my shoulder flared, a sudden, blinding heat that sent a jolt of pure, raw energy down my arm and into my fingertips. The glass didn't break, but it rippled. It warped like liquid water, the reflection of the room distorting into something ancient and unrecognizable. For a heartbeat, I didn't see the dark mountains. I saw a temple, gold-leafed and vibrant, filled with wolves who stood on their hind legs and spoke with the voices of the stars. I saw a throne, and a woman—a woman with my own eyes—sitting upon it, her hand raised, a silver flame dancing between her fingers. She looked powerful, serene, and terrifyingly lonely.

My heart felt too full. The ceremony faded into celebration. The Lycans had their own festivities going on, but us witches did things a bit differently. We would use the fool moon as a cleansing celebration from the previous lunar cycle. A bonfire, preparing offerings, gathering herbs, and lots of singing, laughing. The bonfire grew taller as the sun climbed the sky. The air buzzed with energy, warm and alive.

She said, "You couldn't even see them." I remembered that Jhan had told me about certain vampires that used the mind’s-eye to keep our identity a secret. I looked at the figures, they looked ghostly. “But this is our turf.” “Yeah, Jhan gave them permission just for a little while. They only come out at night though.” I was relieved; I couldn’t risk being spotted when going to see Dawn by one of them. "Let's run," she said again. "Okay," I said nervously.

Her hands fell to her sides. “No.” A crease formed between my eyes. “Send the limo for us. There’s too many of us to teleport.” “Stay safe.” She straightened her shoulders as she lifted her head, her eyes never leaving mine as she took Magenta’s and Laura’s hands. “Traiceret, Moon Shadow Pack Castle!” Magenta yelled as silver, gold, and white sparkles rushed toward them, encircling them in a whirlwind until they vanished.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak