Lost Kingdom Power Moons Novels & Stories

That was my power anyway… Only thing was sometime it failed… “Good, child.” Mum followed me to my room. As usual, my artifacts were on display. Since my vampire was weak, I made use of different relics to possess power. The most superior relic who was the god of all was the Moon Goddess. It was strange for a vampire to gain her mercy… But somehow, I did… “Moon of love, Moon of trust and humanity.” I started my chant. “We come before you that you may show your humble worshippers where Prince Javier and Lannister Stormborn is. Direct to us, through your holy ordinance that we may gain foresight to defeat them,”

He was ready to fight Brianna anytime with his twin silver dagger gripped in his hands. Indeed, Moon Goddess has presented the Luna of every pack with a special power. The power varied for each Luna, some were good some were normal and some were very special. However, when the two Luna fought, the victor would be determined on whose power was better. ***

A lunaris wolf's light is steady but small but among the pack it swells into something fierce, a shared aura that turns into both a shield and a weapon. The more unbroken bonds the higher the chances of defeating the Vorath.’ I paused and stared into space. Was this why I needed Killian? as far as I knew he was the only unbreakable bond I had. I narrowed my gaze back to the book. ‘Third was the moon herself. Under a full moon, the lunaris light burns at its peak.’ And since my race were descendants of the moon itself, we were powerful under it too. I was convinced I had gotten the basic knowledge I needed about almost everything.

Lamia Blackmoor POV The violent, wild roaring of the pack elders threatens to drown out the sacred drums echo through the cavernous space of the Temple of the Moon Goddess. Three hundred high-ranking wolves swivel in my direction as the iron gates crash shut behind me. Three hundred jaws drop in utter disbelief. I have always sought power in the Moonshadow Dominion. Status. Dominance. I enjoy leading the Mooncrest Artisan Hall, and I am not naive enough to pretend I hated the envy other females felt when I was bound to Rham Jasperfang.

I inquired, concernedly. Lord Enock paused for a bit, then he scoffed. "King Barakar happened." I furrowed my brow as I looked at him. He stirred my curiosity. "What do you mean?" I inquired further. "Have you heard of the 'Curse of the Moon throne?'" My brows were still furrowed as I looked at him. "I have. The night when the King, all who inherit the Moon throne, gets to shift uncontrollably and devours anything in its wake."

"So it was always a school?" "No." Gogo’s dark eyes gleamed. "At first, it was a refuge. A secret. Then, as more of us were born into power, it became something greater." She set the spoon down with a deliberate clink. "But remember this, Sthandwa—no matter how polished the halls or how sweet the smiles, everyone there is still a predator in their own way." Rita’s fingers tightened around her cup. "Witches covet power. Werewolves hunger for dominance. Vampires? They crave control." Gogo reached across the table, pressing a beaded bracelet into Rita’s palm. "You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely."

ARIA I was still shocked to know that Lozark's mate was a healer. She could heal anyone. A direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Lozark didn't even let her die in peace, used her last remains, and made a ruby. Now, her husband and son are fighting for that ruby. If the Red Ruby goes into the wrong hands, everything will be ruined. The owner of the ruby will become the next Alpha of the Kezent Moon Pack, holding immense power and strength.

Just their own, where they find their mate and live happily ever after. To the west of the Kingdom of the Moon is the Lunar Storm Pack. The pack occupies the Great Plains and desserts of the west. Their pack borders a vast desert where packs of rogues caravan. They largely mine silver and gold and herd sheep and goats. The cheese from this kingdom is divine; especially paired with their honey and date molasses.

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic. We must be prepared if we're to stand any chance against them. If an attack is imminent, it will likely coincide with the blood moon, when their powers surge to their zenith. That gives us barely a month to brace ourselves." A shiver ran down Aqua's spine as the full extent of the danger loomed before her. Every word from Aunt Cleo felt like a warning etched in stone, urging her to steel herself for the battle ahead. "I'll do whatever it takes," Aqua declared, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "We won't be caught off guard. I swear it, Aunt Cleo. I'll protect everyone here with eve