Moon Lovers Novels & Stories

Way to go, Liv. This is a great start as the official Dark Moon Luna. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

The moon illuminated their path, guiding them towards their destination. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the highest peak of the Silver Mountains. The air was thin and crisp, the scent of pine filling their lungs. At the summit, they found a small clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. In the center, a tranquil pool shimmered with ethereal beauty. "This must be the Lunar Pool," Luna murmured, her voice filled with awe. "Now, it's time to perform the Moon Ritual." Amelia and Elias stepped back, giving Luna the space she needed. Luna stepped towards the edge of the pool, feeling the power of the moon coursing through her veins. She closed her eyes, focusing her energy, a

I walked back over to my seat, leaning my elbows down on my knee. “Okay, I am listening,” I say wiping my hand down my face. “The moon goddess told your mother that your sister would need a strong and powerful mate to help protect her from the evil that would try to use her, to stand by her side.” He began to explain, “Her mate would be the future Alpha of her pack. Alone they are strong but together, they will be able to stop the evil forces that will becoming for our world. These rouge attacks aren’t random, they are looking for the Moon’s Luna, the wolf blessed by the moon goddess herself. She will have some power when she shifts, but once she mates and is marked with her mate, both of

“I mean, we know how he came to be from the past, and we know what he's seeking to do in the future, but he was killed at some point in between, wasn't he?” Nana shares an ominous look with Shane, and the entire cabin suddenly feels a lot quieter. “Yes, he died. At least, we believed he did. In the year when I turned sixteen, the Moon gathered all the great Primordial houses together and sought for heralds of war—wolves who would hunt down Dreadborn and slay the rogue Lycan. But for all the might of the great Primordial age, only one tribe stepped forward to do the Moon's bidding.” The woman pauses and stares at me with a soft gaze. “The mark of this tribe was a distinct color in their eyes.

Their eyes dart away whenever it threatens to meet with the eyes of their neighbor, their attention focused on the entrance of the den instead and palpable fear festering beneath the surface. Every warrior, elder and even children not yet old enough to understand the happenings of the night are drawn to the den not from curiosity, but from the heaviness of the moon pressing against their ribs like a warning, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. “Something is wrong with the moon," one of the members mutters under their breath. One look at his silvery black robe and his long white hair indicates that he is a member of the Moon Council. “Is it the moon though?" one of his colleagues

The sky disappeared. There was no darkness anymore. No stars. No horizon. Nothing except Blood Moons. Hundreds. Then thousands of reflections. But Orion had counted them. Seven hundred and thirteen. Each moon carried a different world. A different ending. A different version of them. Lucian stared upward, unable to speak. On the first moon, he saw himself standing alone. On another, Amara was sitting on a throne of bones. On another, Orion was ruling an empty kingdom.

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

Oh boy did I plan to exploit it. The Luna ceremony came and went. I bled into a cup and the pack members pledged themselves to me as they drank from it. I remember the most painful part being the look in Donovan's eyes as he drank. The guilt I saw in him, and felt, once our pack bond was in place... Oh goddess it was horrible. Absolutely heartwrenching.

Their own small moons above them pulsed brighter. The High Elder screamed. “Stop this! Attack! Kill the traitor before she corrupts you all!” But his wolves didn’t move. They were staring at the moons. At their own small moon in the sky. The one that appeared when they wondered if there was another way to live. Luna walked down the steps. Alone at first. Until Damian joined her. Until Valen joined her. Until Elena joined her. Until Kira joined her. Four wolves, four choices, one line.

Margosha looked toward Damian and then turned innocent eyes back to me. “I was only going to observe that the architecture on that side of the hall has held an astonishing amount of your attention tonight.” I laughed. One joke was enough for her. The music continued. People returned to dancing, exchanged invitations, and began forming alliances in preparation for the next Council session. Above the hall, the artificial star map kept turning, but the thin silver line between the Moon and Volgart no longer disappeared. The ancient mural remained uncovered on the main wall. The woman in the Lunar Gown stood beside a black dragon, her face still hidden in shadow.