Moon Slayer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“That… wasn’t part of any plan.” Grey reached for his weapon. “Mira…” But she was already running toward the sound. Through the trees. Over roots. Down the slope. Until she reached the clearing at the edge of the old burial site. And saw her. A girl. Barefoot. Shivering. Eyes glowing silver. She looked up at Mira and whispered one word. “Mother?” End of Chapter Sixteen …………………. The Blood Moon is rising ahead of schedule. Mira is out of time and now a child with her eyes and her scent stands in the dark, calling her mother. But how can that be… unless her future has already begun unraveling into the present?

Lester says. Before he has a chance to finish his sentence the temperature drops, and a very menacing growl is heard. Shit, I look over to see all seven of them standing there. I call my guys off as Carver sends out a link to his. We hurry and get the fuck out of there. “You did not fucking tell me that they were part of fucking Silver Moon.” I yelled. “They are not part of the fucking pack. They are just living there.” Carver yelled back.

Selene's voice changed. Thank you for restoring my soul. The dark twin looked terrified. No... Selene smiled. Now I can finally take back what was stolen from me. She raised her hand. And every universe began screaming. End of Chapter 110

Then he saw it: A girl cloaked in midnight flame. A wolf not born, but forged. A prophecy long erased from surface knowledge. “When silver fire awakens in flesh once sealed, the balance shall tilt. The order shall fracture. From the ashes of blood, the Moonbound shall rise.” The boy’s heart thundered in his chest. “She doesn’t know,” he whispered. He smiled. “She will.”

Moana’s POV The blinding arc of Silver-Moon light burned through the black fog, turning three dozen pale monstrosities into harmless drifts of melting snow. But the respite was short-lived. Farther up the glacier, the darkness churned with renewed malice, spitting out another wave of long-limbed nightmares that scrambled over their fallen kin with terrifying, single-minded speed.

The crescent moon on my wrist burned brighter, radiating a searing heat that was agonizing, but also intoxicatingly powerful. The lead Hunter didn't move. He didn't rush me or draw another weapon. Instead, the massive, scarred brute slowly, agonizingly, sank to his knees in the frozen dirt. He dropped his head, his helmet falling to the side, revealing eyes glazed over with awe and fear. He didn't look at Caeser, the feared Alpha. He looked only at me, Ava, the slave, still standing in the moonlight with her hand glowing silver. He whispered the word in a cracked voice, disbelief dripping off it. "Moon-Born...”

And the blood moon split the sky. Get ready for Chapter 12: The Alpha’s Lust. Because next? We’re about to unleash hell! With power, passion, and a soul-binding night Selene may never survive.

I just sat there just doing nothing but listening to everything everyone else had to say. “The only thing I can tell you about Aeliana is that I started dreaming about her when I was a small child that prayed to the moon goddess for a forever friend, and that night it was answer. When I went to sleep that night just to wake up in a strange place that seemed there it was morning and night. Both the moon and the sun were shinning there. As I looked around to see a girl that seemed to be about my age. Her skin was pale, her hair was as red as fire, and her eyes as green as the grass on a summer’s day. When she seen me, I realize she was just as surprise to see me as I was of her, and I found ou

“The moon does not give power freely; it divides her soul among those who prove worthy. Thus were born the four—my guardians and my curse. Lyrren, the Seer of Silver Dawn, whose eyes pierce through time and shadow. Kaelthorn, the Ironhide Beast, whose roar shields the hearts of warriors. Vestra, the Whispering Healer, whose breath restores what death has stolen. Nivor, the Silent Flame, who burns hatred to ash and sanctifies the soul. They were fragments of divinity—not mine to rule, but mine to anchor. For without a vessel bound to the moon’s pulse, their essence unravels into madness.” That was the first page, and it was exactly what Dante had told me about the creatures. Then, I turned to

Among them, Alpha Aric stood tall, waiting for me with a gaze full of trust. My steps were steady as I entered the altar. A dark blue gown adorned with star and crescent embroidery draped my body, elegant yet strong. A thin crown of white metal inlaid with moon crystals rested on my head. My breath was heavy, but my heart was resolute. This was my path. This was my destiny. Elder Tarlan stepped forward with a calm yet authoritative voice. "Today, as the sun sets and night falls, we welcome a new soul to lead alongside Alpha. Lyara Moonveil, are you willing to be appointed as Luna of the Silvergrove pack?"