Lost Kingdom Power Moons 소설 & 이야기

The moonstone glowed with an intensity she had never seen before, its power radiating outward in a mesmerizing display. With newfound determination, Luna stepped into the fray, wielding the dagger and the moonstone as one. As she struck at Alaric, a surge of raw energy coursed through her, amplifying each strike and weakening her opponent. Alaric's expression contorted in disbelief as he stumbled backward, his power waning. "This cannot be! You are mere mortals!" Luna's voice rang out, filled with a combination of strength and compassion. "We are more than just mortals. We are a force fueled by love and unity, and that power is unmatched."

“Fifty years ago, I was the Silvermoon Clan’s sharpest blade. If I hadn’t defied the previous chieftain, I never would’ve ended up rotting away in the Frozen Forest.” He walked over to the boulder Eira had been punching, running his gnarled fingers over its rough surface. “Moonlight power is the softest force on the continent—and the most brutal,” he said, his voice turning sharp. “The array in your mother’s journal isn’t wrong. But you’re using it wrong. You’re treating it like Blackrock earth power, trying to crush your opponent with weight.” Tom turned to face her. “Moonlight isn’t for smashing. It’s for cutting.”

"Your kid deserves a mother who survives." Something in my chest tightened. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Wait until you've survived your first full moon bonded to Kael. Then we'll talk." "Why? What happens at the full moon?" Lydia and Marcus exchanged another look. "Silverbloods were moon-called," Lydia said carefully. "Meaning the full moon amplifies their power. And their... appetites. If you're bonded to him, you'll feel it too. The pull, the hunger, the absolute need to be near him."

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.

I’d stared too, once or twice, when I thought no one was looking. But he didn’t come closer. He just stood there, and after a long, uncomfortable moment, he turned and walked away. Of course he did. I was alone. The pack celebration that night felt like a slap in the face. They called it the Harvest Moon Feast—some excuse to drink too much and pretend we were all one big happy family. My mother had been dead for less than a day, and they were laughing and dancing like nothing had happened.

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

Then she’d lifted her neck in submission, showing me that she is ready to wear my mark for the rest of her life, and I could wait anymore. As soon as Marrok's canines enter her neck, I felt her power. Goddess, her power is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I have been blessed by the Moon Goddess with a mate as strong as I am, possibly even stronger. It makes me so proud to be deserving of a woman like Sloane.

The chandelier above rattled, threatening to collapse. Outside, I could hear wolves howling in distress, their cries warped with pain. She wasn’t just shifting. She was awakened. My worst fear had come true. Moonborn. The word alone turned my blood to ice. A power that hadn’t surfaced in centuries. A power that could unite packs under one banner or shatter entire kingdoms if wielded by the wrong hands. And Celeste would stop at nothing to claim it. “No,” I muttered, shaking my head as if denial could undo what I was seeing.

Even the most stubborn Crescent Moon elders bowed their heads—grudging, but real. Yet something prickled at my senses. Twice, I caught sight of a Crescent Moon warrior slipping away, eyes hooded with secrets. My wolf bristled, but the day was too full to chase shadows. By nightfall, the council had dispersed. I stepped onto the balcony, letting the cool wind kiss my face. The moon floated high, silver and serene, casting its glow over a kingdom reshaped by fire and blood. My reflection shimmered faintly on the glass door—white patterns tracing my skin like ghosted fur. Power hummed beneath my bones, a reminder of what I had become.

“What does your Mom plan to do about it.” Dorian sighs, leaning back against the seat and I watch as his anger slowly leaves him. “There’s nothing much she can do. The Blackwood pack is the biggest pack in all the territories combined and they boast a successful economy too. Ronan is set to inherit it all one day and my mom isn’t about to let anything stop her from having the greatest Alpha as her son-in-law. Just as long as Ronan eventually marks Sophia.”