Moana Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.

Moana didn't wait for Kaelen to clear the path or help her down; she vaulted over the wooden siding, her boots sinking knee-deep into the white drift before she lunged toward the wooden stairs leading up to the catwalk. "Your commands don't mean anything to a Luna who holds the founding seal, Eldrick!" she panted as she reached the top platform, her breath forming thick, white clouds between us in the freezing air. She stopped inches from me, her small frame dwarfed by my coat, but her presence was immense. Without a hint of hesitation, she reached out and grabbed my bare wrist, completely ignoring the painful blue spark of spiritual rejection that snapped between our skin as our mismatched

It was obvious that something electrical… or should I say… magical passed between them, something so different and dangerous. Noah felt a strange flutter low in his stomach, a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol, he took a bigger sip of his gin than necessary. What the fuck was that?

“Mona is Beta Norman’s daughter. She is my mate, but I rejected her after I found out she killed my sister, her mother and two guards.” Clara was too stunned to speak. She sat down on the bed and looked mortified. “That’s not all.” “What? How can there be more?” Clara almost whispered. “I let Mona go and banished her. She became a rogue. Mona is Alpha Moon.” Saying the words out loud felt strange. I wondered if Clara would judge me. Would she think it was weak that I didn’t kill Mona? Or would it bother her that I actually worked with Mona for a week?

I muttered. I stood frozen in front of that door, a large wooden door with a crescent moon carving that felt more like a prison than a gate. I could hear my own heartbeat, pounding against my chest so hard it felt like it would shatter. The mate bond pulsed within me—the pull I’d always longed for, the pull that told me he was inside, waiting for me. But alongside that pull was another flame: anger. Anger demanding its due, presenting the fact that I’d been betrayed by the one person I should have trusted most.

All for Jace, it enraged me, it mocked me and I hated her more. “Yes,” I finally said. “Put him under watch. I want to know who’s really touching him and why.” Enzo bowed slightly. “Consider it done.” He turned to leave, but paused at the door. “And the girl? Should I tell her you had not broken the deal” I leaned back, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “She thinks I’m the monster in her story. I am indeed the monster, keep thinking about it. The more she fights me over him, the sweeter it will be when she finally understands she belongs to me.”

"If you are referring to Baron, then the right words should be the curse the Goddess bestow on me. Aren't I here because of him?" "Not directly, my dear," Moana smiled and added, "But then, I won't waste the whole day arguing with you while your stomach revolts every minute. Not when we have the whole time to return to this conversation." Having said this, Moana transformed into a gray wolf, leaped at me for a head rub, and then disappeared into the thick bush. Tired and hungry as I was, it was no surprise that I immediately drifted to sleep. Damon's Pov.

Her perspective towards Triana started to change. Triana sat down beside her and said, "I know you have a crush on Blaze. But he is my mate. You should stop thinking about him." Moana hung her head down, fighting the urge to cry. "You are young, Moana," Triana continued, taking her hands to hers. "You are beautiful. I believe you have a long line of men who like you. You should concentrate on them rather than Blaze. You'll find your mate this way." Moana was not sure why she felt rejuvenated the minute Triana took her hands in hers. She had the sensation that her body's pain had significantly diminished. It was as if Triana had cast a healing spell on her.

Even harder with my wolf. “Who is she?” The girl stepped away from Duncan and looked at me again. “She is my mate, dear. I just found her at the Blue Moon, and she came home with me,” he explained. “Hi,” I smiled at her. “My name is Moira. Nice to meet you,” I offered her a hand. “Luna,” she nodded politely, then quickly disappeared. Duncan turned to me again and guided me to the big stairs. He didn’t explain, and I would bite off my tongue if needed, but wouldn’t ask him. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing me jealous.