Moon Slayer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

In my mind, I knew I wasn't just going to the moon, I was going up. But just as I was starting to feel better, a big, stronger pulse of molten silver came at us. The trees and ground broke, and Kael, Thorne, and Draven were thrown back. My body was shaking, and I wanted to scream in pain, but my determination was greater than my fear. I wasn't going to fall. I was going to the moon. My name was Silver Heart. But I knew one scary fact: The fight was not over yet. The Shadowed Moon also hadn't shown how strong it was yet.

Something that might destroy her in ways death never could. The sky began to lighten in the east—from black to deep blue to pale grey. Dawn was coming. I pulled myself from the water and collapsed on the bank, exhausted, bleeding and alive. Alive because a slave girl had made a monster feel something other than hunger. And I didn't know whether to be grateful or terrified.

His gaze slowly returned to Philipa. Cold and detached. Let’s see how this ends… The elders regrouped, forming a circle around the altar. Then— They began low chants in ancient language at first. Their voices layered over each other, rising slowly in intensity while the book in their hands glowed faintly. The symbols on the pillars ignited one by one. The blood stream—Stopped completely, as if time itself had frozen. Then— Above them—The sky shifted. The Red Moon rose fully and dominating. Its crimson light flooded the chamber through unseen openings.

We stared at each other, the silence between us thick and electric. The old woman’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as she studied me, her fingers tightening around the dagger’s hilt. Emon’s breath came faster, his expression caught between love and madness. And then, the moonlight touched the window. It spilled across the floor in a blood-red hue, painting the walls in fire. The blood moon had risen. My wolf stirred, growling deep within me. It begins. And as I stood there, silver dust at my feet, my heart pounding, my power thrumming beneath my skin, I realized something.

The time had come to face it and accept it. I stood in Kingston’s vast library, the ancient tome open before me on the heavy wooden table, the golden moon emblem on the page glowing faintly. My fingers trembled as I read the words aloud again, as if saying them too many times would make them more believable: “The Moon’s Daughter shall rise with the moon’s divine light in her blood to bring unity in her name. Only beside her true mate shall the veil lift, and the scattered packs of humans, hybrids, and wolves shall stand as one beneath her light and the great Moon.”

A woman with silver eyes and no mouth. She dipped her hand into the blood and smiled. > “The Moonblood rises. The Queen returns. And the god beneath the roots... stirs.”

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

Her writing. He sat slowly, fingers tracing the first page. Her script was sharp, firm. There were drawings too—symbols, eyes, moons, and roots. But one page was marked more than the rest—creased at the corners, ink slightly smudged. > “The Moon spoke to me tonight. > The girl has not yet arrived, but she will. > Flame-haired, angry at the world, carrying a storm inside her. > And with her, the boy-child. The one who will shift everything.

Chapter 88: Selene's POV The power burned through me like fire in my veins. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. My skin felt too tight, like it was trying to contain something much bigger than me. The silver light that had always been a part of me was now everywhere—inside me, around me, pouring out of me in waves that made the air shimmer. I fell to my knees in the clearing, my hands digging into the dirt. The eclipse was almost complete, the moon sliding over the sun like a dark eye closing. And with each passing second, the burning inside me grew stronger.

It was a freezing, damp shroud that swallowed the moon, the balcony, and the world above. I felt Caleb’s grip tighten one last time—a desperate, bone-crushing promise—and then a massive, violent jolt rocked my entire existence. There was a sound of shattering stone, a final, hideous shriek from the monster, and a blinding explosion of silver light from my own body. And then, there was nothing. The mist swirled, thick and silent, filling the ravine. Above, on the balcony, Silas and the warriors of the Silver-Moon rushed to the edge, peering into the lightless depths.