Moon Kissed Novels & Stories

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes in her chosen ones. The moon had chosen well, after all.

Orion asked under his breath. Luna reached inward. Her connection to the Moon hummed like a taut string. *This is not Mine,* the Goddess said slowly. *Not fully. The stars move to a music even I did not write alone.* “Even You do not know?” Luna murmured. *I know enough,* the Moon replied. *This is not a small thing. Watch.* As the day wore on, the halo around the sun grew brighter. The light it cast changed. Shadows lengthened and blurred.

“Then, by the power given to me by the council and under the eye of the moon, I name Rosalee as Luna of the Dark Moon Pack.” The words hang in the air like magic. Marcus takes a respectful step back, and Jensen turns to face me. His hand tightens around mine, and I look into his eyes, those eyes I’ve come to know, to trust, to love. Jensen lifts his head towards the sky. “Now we let the moon hear us.” I follow his gaze upward to where the moon now glows, bright and full, suspended in the violet dusk. I tilt my head back beside him, and together, we release a howl into the night.

And if still Derek would say no, then Zeus will talk to him and convince him to accept Moon and Ocean and their relationship. In a while Maria came in and told Moon that her father was ready to meet her. Moon hugged his mother and thanked her. Then Moon informed his mother that he'll be spending the night with Ocean. Maria smiled and told him to be back before breakfast. She fed Moon then left. As soon as Maria left, Moon jumped out of the window and ran to Ocean's. As promised, she was waiting for him. Moon came in and pinned her on her bed. She liked his dominant side and she felt safe with him. Moon softly placed his lips on hers. She moaned as he bit her lower lip, asking for entrance. S

I nodded my head again only to correct myself and whisper a soft, “yes.” “Good little bunny.” His hand rubbed the top of my head, making me smile brightly as his teeth glistened in the red sun. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the moon that hung on the opposite side of the sky. “Selene is who you saw. She is the Moon Goddess, that is why she has a moon crescent on her forehead.” My eyes trailed to the blue moon, cocking my head to the side in wonder.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

Right there, glowing like fire beneath ice, was a golden crescent moon on Neva’s forehead. "Congratulations, Mauve," Luna Valarie said, barely able to contain her joy. "You have been acknowledged." "Acknowledged?" I echoed. "Yes. You are now recognized as the true Descendant of the Moon Goddess. A Moon Wolf with the rarest mark—the one who can directly communicate with the Goddess herself." I blinked. "Oh." "You don’t look very enthusiastic." "Maybe because… I never needed the Moon Goddess in the first place." She stared at me—not with judgment or offense, but like she was trying to understand something buried deep within me.