Lower Moon 4 Novels & Stories

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

she murmured leaning against him again, staring at the full moon that was already up in the sky, reflecting her beauty on the water below her. Lucas looked at the same direction, feeling his mother blessing them from up there. He couldn't be happier. And his life felt complete by just having Selena between his arms and his mother watching over them. It did feel like the moon was giving them her blessing somehow. And that was how they knew everything was going to be fine. And whatever they had to face in the future, they would have each other. And that was more than enough.

It was clear that him and Locke were giddy that I had moved into his room. “Fuck, that was brutal.” Tarryn huffed. “Yes, it was. Damn, I cannot imagine another three plus months of this.” I groan. “Hell, it is more like four or five months of this before the season starts slowing down. Thank God I am not back until Thursday.” Laveena said.

she added which I nodded to. But I knew better of what she is saying and that is what I am after. Vanessa held a secret,one that could change everything. After the conversation with my mother I left for the grand hall. The pack gathered below, their faces filled with anticipation as they all awaited my speech. Last night was full of jubilation. I raised my hands, silencing the murmurs as slowly the murmurs died while all eyes were on me to speak. "My pack, tonight marks a new era. The Moon Ball ceremony will solidify our unity and strength. As I Alpha Alexander took over the throne of my father, late Alpha Alain" I paused looking around the people gathered.

Down the hall, there is an iron door and it is slightly open. My breath caught when I looked through the crack. The basement space stretched out wide, packed with odd old things I didn’t recognize. In the center sat a huge glass-ceramic, while small lamps hung on the walls, giving off just enough glow to make things visible. Leon stood in the center of a strange ring. His left hand had been cut by a blade. Blood dripped from it, landing in a wide ceramic urn filled with fluid. "This is the seventh month." Leon said in a quiet. "The final full moon," he added and almost whispering.

Something that registered her touch and responded to it slightly, the way an ember responds when you blow across it without flame. She stood and crossed to the window. Winter afternoon light was thinning. The sun was dropping behind the western wall and the sky above was the deep, milky blue of a northern winter early evening. And in the upper left quadrant of the library window — she had noticed this three days ago and had been waiting to test it since — the moon was already visible. Risen early, as it did in these northern latitudes in the coldest months, pale and precise against the blue. She moved to stand directly in the shaft of moonlight falling through the highest pane.

What had I expected from an Alpha who left me for dead twice in one moon? The packhouse throbbed with life. Laughter echoed off timber beams. Azure and gold banners hung from rafters—symbols of spring births. An oak arch framed the entrance, carved with words that stopped my breath: "Blessings Upon the Heir Luca Ashford." Not merely Lysandra 's pup-blessing. Tonight marked the second turning of our mating. The anniversary of when Leon marked me beneath the full moon. Not a single white iris—blooms I had planted myself—graced any corner.

The smoke from the western wing had thinned enough that the sky was visible through it. And the sky was not the dark gray of early dawn anymore. The full moon moved to the exact center of the window. Enormous and flooding the treatment room with silver light that mixed with the white of the Mark and produced something between the two. Something that settled over the bed and over me and over everything in the room. "The moon," she said quietly. "I know," Elara said. The eleventh wave was built. "AAHH!" "Now!" Edna said. "Nerissa. Now. Give me everything."

They talked for a while and then they all went to their rooms. Next night came and Moon took Ocean to his room earlier. Ocean was confused but didn't ask him. Ocean didn't know much but Moon knew it was a full moon night. And all the creatures would be blood thirsty. Moon came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and ready to go to bed. He was drying his hair with a towel when he looked at Ocean. She was lying on her stomach, her legs were hanging in the air. She was busy watching a movie that Moon played before he went to take a shower. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes fell on her bare legs. She was wearing her father's t-shirt that ended till her upper thigh. But she didn't realize

She answered while she’s staring at the water in front of her, trying to figure out how the Goddess of Goodwill uses this to communicate with the creatures below the moon without jumping into it like what she and Goddess Elpis did almost a year ago. “Amira?” “Morgan?” She called out as she tried to dip one of her fingers on the pond. “Yes?” Morgan answered as he sat on his windowsill while staring at the moon as usual. It had become his habit to sit on his windowsill as soon as the moon appeared in the sky. Amira’s voice is much more clearer at this time of the day. Even when the sun is up, they can actually still talk, however, daytime to the living realm means resting hours for some of the