Moana Lisa Novels & Stories

"Where did you find the courage to oppose your alpha?" "Sorry, alpha," Moana immediately apologized, lowering her head. She was so scared she didn’t dare lift her head. But she was brave enough to say, "I can’t do that, alpha. Please accept my apology. Luna is enraged at you. You should go speak with her."

My eyes widened. The room was silent. Then suddenly several elders burst into laughter. One slapped the table. Another almost choked. "So this little girl is the Moon Goddess?" The laughter spread. I felt my cheeks warm. The Priestess didn't laugh. "I don't fully understand the vision." Her eyes never left me. "But I know Lisa is important." The laughter slowly died down. Rasha leaned back in her chair. "If Lisa is the white moon..." She paused. "Then who is the black whale?"

He was convinced he would die that night. His feet got tangled in his net. The strong waves made it impossible for Carl to free himself, and he drifted, battered by the waves, losing control. In his resignation, Carl saw something glowing swimming toward him. It weaved gracefully under the water, with a blueish glow, looking beautiful. When it got closer, the creature's hand reached for Carl, but it wasn't like a human hand. Between its fingers were delicate webs, and its nails were long, like claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything. It cut the net, rope entangled around his leg.

Moana said in a loud voice that was immediately followed by a curt bow. "This voice sounds familiar, " the tallest and meanest looking, probably the senior among the trio, stepped closer. With dazzling white hair and an overgrown white beard, he looked like a kind of ancient god as he cocked his head to one side and peered at Moana. "God bless my sight! Does this voice belong to the person I thought? He threw his arms up, turned back to his colleagues, and exclaimed, "Mine...oh...mine! You won't believe this is the lady I have been telling you about."

However, Nina could sense that she was still being watched. As soon as they left, Scarlett hurriedly called the driver, urging him to get there quickly. The car she had arranged still hadn't arrived, and she feared more trouble could arise. The woman knelt before Nina, bowing her head. July translated, "Miss Nina, her name is Moana Tafoya and she apologizes for her earlier behavior. She thanks you for feeding and saving her child. She is willing to become your servant to make amends." Nina hadn’t anticipated this twist. She didn’t need Moana’s apology or a servant. However, she did need a local guide.

Her feet balanced on top of the smooth pebbles under the soles of her feet and she waited. She swayed with the water as it moved softly around her. No one moved, no one spoke. They only watched in silence, taking comfort in the person next to them as their loved ones were sent home to the Moon. Many had never seen such a ritual, most of the packs had their own traditions they followed, but Moon Fang always stayed faithful to the Moon. The moon had crested at its highest peak when her arms spread out beside her, slicing the world before her in two. Her body rose up and her feet rested upon the smooth surface of the water.

She was going nuts because of this stubborn, stupid man. Ellaine turned to the window and saw the Mohan grassland under the great Sun. It was basically a simple land full of grass, yes. But the rich green color she saw for miles under a bright, warm morning was just so pleasing to the eye. There were also horses, goats, and cows making a feast out of the grasses. She looked out to take a last glimpse of the forest. It seemed so little from a great distance. It may strike as a dark, cursed forest without knowing the beauty it had inside—where the trees danced with sunlight and breeze.

It was all the same things that reminded her of that day but the only difference is that she feels much more secure this time. Passing Fiachra’s statue Morrigan can only tiptoe to touch the bottom of the pool and let herself afloat. Still walking further from the marker and slowly losing the ability to touch the bottom, Morrigan knows that when she continues to go further it will be harder for her to get back. The water now almost above her mouth and just letting her head afloat to gather enough air for her to sustain underwater.

The dragon wasn’t breathing fire now, so the shield wasn’t necessary, and for a moment, she allowed herself to look out over the head of the beast and take in the scene around her. The mountain below her was illuminated by the full dragon moon, glinting off of the white of rocks and the foam of the waves on the lake. The trees and meadows blended together to create a breathtaking scene, and for a moment, Nya forgot the horrors of this world she lived in and concentrated on the beauty.