Moon Man Book Novels & Stories

It just had to be ours. On Tuesdays, Matteo and Elias walked to the town’s library. They brought back books on history, woodworking, and something Elias called “space poetry,” which seemed to be about moons feeling things. “You and the moon have a lot in common,” he told me. I smirked. “Because we both disappear and control tides?” He shook his head. “Because people stare at you, but no one really knows what you are.”

Like her, they would get their wolves and maybe, if the Moon Goddess willed it, find their mates. Her mind settled on Damon, and her heart fluttered at the mere idea of him being her mate. But she quickly dismissed the thought, knowing it was just a foolish dream. She and Damon could never be mates. That would be a silly match from the Moon Goddess herself. A knock on her door got her attention, and she went to open it. She was surprised to see Luna Anita standing there with a mini chocolate cake in her hand, a big smile on her face. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Amara,” she said warmly, her voice filled with genuine affection.

"Ah, the healer. I see now. You’ve awakened something, haven’t you? The Moon’s Orphan. The key to it all." Raynor took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, but the man’s eyes held him in place. "I’ve come for what’s mine," the man said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. "And you, Raynor, are the key." ---

Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

You are a professional. But Moon Goddess, that man was dangerous.

‎ Later that night something extraordinary happened. ‎ ‎Lyra fell asleep. ‎ ‎But her mind drifted somewhere else. ‎ ‎She stood on a vast silver plain beneath endless stars. ‎ ‎Moonlight stretched across the sky like a glowing ocean. ‎ ‎And standing before her was a radiant woman made of shimmering light. ‎ ‎The Moon Goddess. ‎ ‎Lyra stared in shock. ‎ ‎“Who are you?” ‎ ‎The goddess smiled gently. ‎ ‎“I am you.” ‎ ‎Lyra’s breath caught.

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

Bloody Red Moon: The Alpha Male Luna - old book Her Man Is In The Apocalypse - old book We Look for a Daddy for You, Mommy - waiting to be signed and published on app. Thank you so much for your big support!

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

“Take them to the well!” I grab the twins, sprinting as the guardian’s wrath shakes the earth. Behind us, Ryland grapples with the shadows, his snarls mingling with the twins’ cries. Selene digs her nails into my shoulder. “Left, Mommy! The moon lady says *left*!” We skid around the monolith, the Moonwell’s glow washing over us. Selene leaps from my arms and plunges her hands into the water. “Drink!” “Silas first.” I cup the glowing liquid, tilting it to his lips.