Moira Lang Novels & Stories

A particular section caught my attention. ‘ The Amor garden was built ten years after the Death of Prince Audrey and Vanessa. The gardener is believed to have planted each and every rose with his/her own hands. There are rumors that some people have seen Vanessa at the garden, thus it got labeled as haunted and people stopped visiting it.’ The exact location of the ice cave was given with the instructions to reach it. Who would have thought that there would be a secret ice cave so close to The Amor Lake? No wonder I felt so cold there. Some other stories seemed to be a figment of the author’s imagination. Halfway through he had started writing about vampires and werewolves and he seemed to h

I need to know the full extent of this. Thade sighed, smoothing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. 'There is someone who could help you, someone whose power is as ancient and fierce as yours. Moira.' I stiffened slightly at the name. 'Moira? Thade, she barely tolerates me. She looks at me like I’m an intruder in her territory.' 'She is a powerful wolf, Lana, one of the strongest I know,' he countered gently, though his expression remained serious. 'Her connection to the earth and her instincts are unparalleled. If anyone could help you navigate the untamed nature of your blood, it would be her.'

“But last night… I’ve never seen such pain in someone’s eyes.” Moira sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she cut into a piece of bread. “Och, Finlay, ye’ve asked me three times already. I told ye—it was nothin’. Likely my monthlies settin’ in.” She gave him a teasing smile, but her golden eyes sparkled with mischief. Finlay leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his broad chest. “Aye, but there’s more tae it. I ken ye’re holdin’ somethin’ back.”

When I need to remember who I am beneath the title. Except I don't know who that is anymore. Don't know anything except that I almost forced a mating mark on my mate. Almost violated her in the worst way possible. Almost proved I'm no better than Asher. Than any Alpha who uses power to control instead of protect. "You look like hell." A voice. Female. Familiar. From the shadows of the trees. I'm on my feet instantly. Defensive. "Who's there? Show yourself." A woman steps into the moonlight. Old. Ancient even by wolf standards. Silver hair. Sharp eyes. I know her. Everyone knows her. Elder Moira. The one Alpha who refused to sit on the High Council. Who rejected their politics. Who lives alon

Moira touched her face as her eyes sparkled. “Jackson’s parents had to be killed because of their wolf jeans, the most powerful Alpha and Luna of their time! Oh, I wanted all of that. And of course, it added onto my lifespan so double the bonus.” She squealed in excitement. “But then you had to befriend a seer, and boy can I feel the power radiating off her. I want to thank you in advance, sister, for this scrumptious gift.” She licked her lips as she looked at Scarlett, causing all of Lydia’s friends excluding herself and Scarlett to snarl at the crazy witch.

She weakly knelt and bowed, her head touching the floor, in her own pool of blood. “Madam,” Moira cried out in a cracked, helpless, and painful voice. “I have served you for years, dedicated my life to this family and the pack. I beg of you…” Moira coughed out blood and continued, holding her chest with one hand as a sharp pain came upon her chest. “Please, forgive my wrongdoings.” She cried in agony and fear, “I swear on my life that if you tell me what I did wrong, I will never do it again.”

And in the center of it all, two people faced each other like opposing storms. A man, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same golden eyes every Veyrath seemed to have. The first heir. And a woman who could only be Moira. She was beautiful in a terrifying way wild dark hair, eyes that burned with power, wearing robes covered in symbols that writhed and moved. Her hands crackled with dark energy. “You killed her,” Moira’s voice was raw with grief. “My daughter. My child. She did nothing to you, and you slaughtered her like an animal!”

She knew that Moira had initially opposed the idea of her becoming the Luna, and she couldn't help but wonder how Moira's reception would be now. ‌ Andrei pushed open the door, and a wave of aged wisdom and enigmatic energy greeted them. Moira sat in a high-backed chair, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes shining with a profound insight that seemed to pierce through time itself. ‌ "Luna Sabrina," Moira's voice carried a weight of ancient knowledge. "Welcome to my humble abode. Please, come closer." ‌ Sabrina approached Moira cautiously, her eyes meeting the seer's with a mix of curiosity and reverence. "Moira, I appreciate you accepting my role as the Luna, despite your i

They both stood and walked a little closer to us. “Oh, she’s beautiful” the small woman whispered and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and a small sob escaped her. I can’t say someone has become this emotional when meeting me before. Excited, shocked, maybe joyful, but not emotional like this. Strange. “Goddess, I am Beta Elaine of the Luna Eclipse. It is the highest honour to meet you” the larger woman spoke, meaning the small crying one is Alyse. “Hello” I smiled and nodded to both of them.

It is the dull, basic and quotidian work that keeps people safe from the thing called overthinking. Moira was one of the last arrivals in the parade, a deliberate step into warmth. She had her hair tied back and a coat that looked ordinary, but could have paid rent, if coats could do such things. She hugged me quickly – solid, familiar – as if she had been away for years, and not a single week.