Lunar Witch Mga Nobela at Kwento

They become special because they are born on the night when the moon has finished its cycle. Werewolves have a celestial connection to the moon, and they have an affinity for celestial energies. If they are born under the influence of the Lunar Year, their connection to the moon becomes exceptionally strong. This connection grants them heightened senses, enhanced physical abilities, and a mystical aura that radiates around them. The night of the Lunar Year also bestows a special blessing upon Lunarborn Werewolves. These blessings manifest in various ways depending on the given blessing. Their minds and bodies are infused with Lunar energy, making them stronger than most Alphas.

“That’s not possible.” “No, it’s not.” Since the beginning of time—since Nyx, the Moon Goddess, and Hecate, Goddess of Magic made their home Lunar Isle—one thing remained true amongst the witches. Magic always came in the form of a well deep within the soul. Go too deep, draw too much, and you’d burn yourself out. Some wells were shallow, pathetic things, whilst others ran deeper. My brother heaved a great sigh, then turned his head to stare out the window. Down below was a strip of Lunar Isle’s beach. People ran down the length of it, some sporting surf boards and others hauling packs filled with snacks, towels, and an umbrella.

The three ladies had an enchanting glow to them. I shook my head left and right. I was too scared to open my mouth, just in case my dinner decided it wanted to come out again. The angelic woman reached her warm, glowing hand out and placed it on my stomach; the knots and nausea disappeared. “Yes ma'am. Headmistress Toya addresses you three as Lunar witches, but your features are similar to those of the Moon Goddess Selene. And if that's the case, the other two are Hecate and Artemis, also known as Diana.”

The ground quaked, and the moon’s light flickered, turning from silver to a deep, ominous red. A spectral chill invaded the clearing as a fissure split the earth before them, pulsing with a surge of crimson energy. From the heart of the rift, a figure emerged; a towering presence draped in ethereal robes that shimmered with shifting hues of moonlight and shadow. Its eyes, pools of sorrow and ancient wrath, bore into Selene’s soul. The figure’s voice boomed, echoing in the silence: “Luna Queen, your power comes at a price. The curse that binds you demands sacrifice. Choose: surrender your love, or be consumed by the darkness.”

Deuce turned away, dismissing her. "Leave. Now." Lena scurried out, the door closing behind her. Deuce's thoughts returned to Elise and the Elder's warning. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Lena stood there, eyes blazing with defiance. "You may have power, Alpha," she spat, "but you'll never control her." Deuce's eyes narrowed. "Who are you talking about?" Lena's smile twisted. "The Lunar witch." Deuce's grip on the tub's edge tightened. "How do you know about Elise?"

Leila watches from the corner as Carmela steps in with another woman and she frowns. The woman has sharp green eyes and her long white hair cascades down, all the way to her back, dressed in a black leather gown and red shawl on her neck. “Alpha this is Lithoha, the great witch of the silver moon pack,” Trent announces, “she is a direct descendant of the witch who helped Selene create the first werewolf and she is the solution to our common problem.”

I questioned him. He took a deep breath, seemingly reluctant to talk for a moment. I sat next to Sebastian, who swiftly placed his hand on my knee. Nathaniel looked uncomfortable, so I signaled Bastien to sit a few inches away. I needed as much information as I could get. “Mothe.. ah… the former Luna cast that spell on those cuffs and shackles. She is a hybrid of witch and she-wolf.” he paused. “ I haven’t seen her wolf yet, but I could sense her sometimes….”

"When you gaze up at the moon at night, what do you feel?" "How do I feel?" Lily inclined her head thoughtfully as she mauled the questioned over. "I feel this blanket of warmth surround me. It's comforting." "Those with connections to the moon feel a raw closeness to it." Hecate said. "Many Witches draw in the power of moonlight for their rituals." "Hold on." Lily pinched the bridge of her nose. "If you're the Goddess of Witchcraft, you oversee Witches, correct?" Hecate gave a faint nod in response. "Why didn't you stop Karmina from getting to where she is now?"

Things weren’t safe for me at the moment, for us. Apparently I was the reincarnation of Onara Eardwulf. The first wolf and Queen of Wolves. My Gaelic friends that are from the witchcraft community, Orla and Lugh helped remove spells that had been placed on me, to control me for years. According to them, I am blessed by both Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft and Selene, the Moon Goddess. I felt dizzy, sitting here in the medical room, bile starting to rise in my stomach.

“Explain what you mean, lass.” “Witches like me only retain our power as long as we have our virtue. If a man steals it, we lose whatever gifts we have. If you were to deflower me, sir, I would no longer have the gift of Sight.” She licked her lips and looked down as her cheeks flushed. It was clear the topic embarrassed the poor girl. He frowned. “Must it be me specifically?” He wasn’t certain why he asked the question, for the idea of allowing any of his warriors to be the one to take her virginity immediately caused a surge of anger he had to bank down and breathe through.