Lillian Brightmoon Novels & Stories

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

“That’s why she left. That’s why she sacrificed everything.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “And what happened after that?” Ziani’s smirk faded. “After Lillian’s mother, our leader, died, the moon never chose a new leader. So, I was chosen as the acting leader. Because, well, Lillian was my sister.” I froze. She leaned forward, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. “That makes me your aunt, dear niece. Next time we meet, you should greet me with a tight hug. Do you understand me?”

This was obsession. “Scott, are you okay?” Lillian asked carefully, stepping closer as if unsure whether she should approach me or not. My gaze sharpened slightly. “What day is it?” I asked suddenly, my voice lower now, more controlled. She blinked, then smiled lightly. “Today is the day of the red moon,” she answered. “The red moon will be out in a few minutes.” Her smile widened a little as she said it, as though she found it comforting. Shit! That explained everything.

The process took some seconds as I closed my eyes, letting the power consume me. I suddenly felt more powerful than I used to be before. Suddenly I felt my feet touch the floor. A different energy oozed around me. I am Lilian, the first moon spirit of the moon goddess and the most powerful one too. “Do you recall who you are now?” Alina asked. I knew her voice. How could I have forgotten the voice of my little sister? The one I loved the most and watched grow. “Yes, Alina. I know who I am,” I replied and she appeared in front of me in the flesh.

I raised my hand, and the storm seemed to pause. “From this day forward, we will prepare!” I roared, my voice echoing like thunder. “We train for battle, for slaughter, for war! When the blood moon rises, we tear apart the last of Lillian’s cursed line. We crush her blood, we crush her name, we crush her world!” The monsters screamed back in unison, their cries splitting the storm. And then she came. Lira. Descending through the storm with wings of fire and light. Graceful, fearless, her eyes glowing like molten gold. She landed before me, her presence alone enough to silence the shadows.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

He also knew of Laurie’s strength with the art of magic and that Micah always traveled with her. “The moment I feel Laurie, I have to pull you out,” Lillian said. Lillian gave Celiaa a nod before reciting the words. Powers of the Darkness rise, Move unseen across the skies. The air around them picked up, and the moon shone with an ethereal light. When Lillian opened her eyes, they bled black, and the lights on the candles followed suit. Shadows swirled around Lillian and Celia as they continued. Come to us who call you near,

And in the center of the room stood a girl I had never seen before… but instantly recognized. Or rather, a girl whose face I would never forget. I felt the breath knock out of me. Luna. It couldn’t be. But it was. Down to the slope of her cheekbones. The spark in her eyes. The little scar above her brow. She looked exactly like Luna Jones—the girl whose body was found in a river years ago, her murder plastered across every news outlet in the country. But Luna was dead. And yet this girl… She turned to me, offering a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Lillian. Lillian Michelson. I’ve been volunteering at the hospital with your mother. She invited me here.”

"Oh, you mean the sexy, gorgeous woman standing in front of you? Yeah, that’s me. And then there’s my boring sister over there." I rolled my eyes. Blake still looked stunned. "You have a twin sister?" Lillian placed a hand over her heart. "No, I’m the Moon Goddess in disguise. Obviously." Blake and I scowled at her. Danielle sighed. "Come on, guys. It’s not that hard to tell them apart. Iris has green eyes, Lillian’s are black, and she has a scar on her right cheek." Lillian suddenly grabbed Blake’s hand. The moment their skin touched, they both inhaled sharply.

Lillian’s POV. “Are you ready, ma’am?” My driver’s voice jolted me back to reality as I fumbled with the door handle. Outside this door was what I’d spent the past five years preparing for. My big reveal to the world as a new woman— not Aaron Moonstone’s mate, not Moonstone Pack’s docile Luna but as Lillian Darkfire, the woman who’s come back for what’s hers. “Of course,” I gave a clipped response. “I’ve spent the past five years dreaming for this moment.”