Moon Of My Life Novels & Stories

My head snapped up. A woman stood in the middle of the chamber. She was tall, had silver hair that flowed with no breeze and her eyes were like moonlit on a frozen lake. She wore white that glowed so brightly. I knew her face from dreams and prayers my whole life. The Moon Goddess. I was shocked, my mouth opened as I stood still without moving. She looked at me with so much sadness. “My child,” she said, her voice filled the whole room. “I am sorry.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

He begged and begged. He took his hand in hers. “Lily, Lily, talk to me!” He cried. Lily just smiled softly as she pushed her cold, pale head against Liam’s skin. “Warm,” was all she said. “CAN I GET A DOCTOR OVER HERE!” Liam screamed, voice still cracking like shattered porcelain. “NOW!”

"Moon loaned me money to get my brother out of a Mexican prison. My brother is now in his final year of college to be an engineer. I asked Moon if I could work off part of my debt and he agreed. A year later, I came on full time." There are so many facets to Moon. Gaining the loyalty of so many can't be easy. He seems to do it seamlessly. My thoughts are so conflicted, and it's hard to piece together all that I know of him. It's the cold-blooded killer who twists me in knots. Wanting his body shouldn't be a factor. I'd be lying by not admitting that it is.

“I’ll trade my life,” Lila gasped as the void solidified around her again, shimmering like broken ice. Her legs barely supported her weight, but she stood, trembling. “Take me. Let them live—Jake, Lucas—let them both live. I don’t care what happens to me. I won’t fight it. Just... just let them go.” The Moon Goddess stood across from her now, her form more defined than before—tall, draped in silver shadow, eyes like eclipses. A slow smile spread across her ageless face, and it was the cruelest thing Lila had ever seen.

But somehow, along the way in life, our paths crossed and defied everything we believed in. Loving Riley made me realize that we might be born out of a mistake, but we were created out of love. The world might have broken us individually, but together, it made us stronger. It made us better humans. My name is Nadia Morrison Montrell Adams. Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. Twelve years ago, I was running away from life because it had been cruel to me. But now I wake up every day thankful for my Alpha, for the life and love we shared. For the world, we created and nurtured together.

Aiden stopped. He thought of his flight from Brisbane to Bangkok and the black-and-white movie he’d watched on the way. It’s A Wonderful Life, it had been called, and while it featured numerous set-pieces, one particular scene returned to him now. In it, Jimmy Stewart’s character said he would lasso the moon and gift it to his gal to win her affection. And earn her love. The fog rolled in. Everything turned blue and pink once more.

The morning sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over my familiar white curtains. My hands flew to my stomach. No blood. No burns. With trembling fingers, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My eyes blurred as I stared at the digital clock on the screen: October 14th, 7:00 AM. My breath hitched. October 14th. This was the morning of my twenty-first birthday, the day of the Alpha Blood Moon bonding ceremony. This was the day I was supposed to be marked as the future Luna of the Silver Moon pack. It was the exact day my family and my mate murdered me.

Hastily I put it on, but stay on my belly of worry that the boat will sink into the sea with my weight. Again I scream Ralph's name, but still there is no response. I feel the lifeboat drifting further away from the yacht, high waves tossing me up, only to crash me down again. "Moon Goddess, save me!" I pray repeatedly. After what seems to be an eternity, the sea calms down and I dare to roll onto my back. And when I look up at the sky, I see it all. Lupercalia! It is a full moon. Not the day of the festival, but the moon phase that reminds me of the pain in my life. Storm Forest, rejection, Jasper!...

“She lived and you all killed her, and you know what’s funny, I spent my entire life being compared to a ghost I could never live up to. And now I see her in…you, literally.” My hands began to shake. “Malik…” I whispered. “What’s happening.” He stepped toward me slowly, as though he approaching a wild and wounded animal. “Eve,” he said quietly, “your wolf… it didn’t shift like any wolf I’ve ever seen...” “No,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I am normal! I am your Eve not some ancient heiress…” Astrid whispered, “Then why does the moon answer to you?” My breath caught because truly the moon had answered to me, it had bent towards me. I didn’t just see it, I felt it.