Moondrop X Reader Novels & Stories

*** Author’s note: Thank you, everyone, for coming this far and following, and supporting my story, I truly appreciate all your lovely comments and encouraging words. It was an exciting adventure, and I hope you have all enjoyed it together with me, but as this one ended next one will begin soon so don’t feel disappointed as more will come in the second book called The Moon’s Warrior. So follow me on my Facebook page and keep up to date on my upcoming books and work in progress; https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAmandaSteel Lots of love, Amanda <3

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

"Well, I guess that was kind of my fault too. We went to one of my clubs and I trusted her with one of Zane's mates, who ended up giving her a shit ton of MoonDrops." "What are MoonDrops?" "A drink made from moonlight. It was most commonly used by wolves to make unwilling mates... willing. It's waters that have been bathed in moonlight for centuries upon centuries. It doesn't do anything to humans, except give them diarrhea from drinking dirty cave water. To shifters, however, it makes them completely primal when it comes to sexual desires. Like, more so than you'd think. If you saw it in action, you would understand why it's banned."

“Also, to make the Moonlight technique work smoothly, the bond of trust must be deep, which mostly works around mates and rarely occurs among blood relatives or friends.” “So, that’s why he used it on you.” I noticed, making her nod, and kept reading again before I added. “I’ll master it for you since I don’t want you to lose control over that power.” “I know you would; that’s why I’m going to master them both. So, it will be easier for me to use without worrying.” She reasoned out where I saw the old Roxanne—the human doctor who had enormous focus and was a workaholic. “Speaking like a Luna.” With an amused tone, I teased her and sipped on my coffee.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

My soul, not just my emotions, ached from the rejection. "What made the Moon Goddess so ruthless?" I said to myself in a whisper. She paired me with someone who detested me, but why? Someone who thought I was just a dirty slave? The moonlight coming through the small window seemed to give a subtle glow to the crescent mark on my wrist. Wishing I could remove it, I rubbed it. I hastily cleaned my face as I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. With a creak, the door opened, and two elderly people entered, their features obscured by darkness.

"As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon." My eyebrows met at her words. I couldn't understand what she was saying as the scent of my power that Mama Amelia sealed leaked. I don't remember what she said happened. For the past few months, nothing has been strang

ducked his head. "Jason and I have a different mother. Alexis, Andreas, Nicholas, and Giorgos' mother died when they were all small. Our father fell in love with one of the priestesses of the oracle. She too is a descendent of Apollo. Her blood runs in our veins. We do not have powers like you, but we are of a godly blood line." He said rubbing the back of his neck. "Our half brothers do not know about Apollo, they do know Mom was a priestess of the oracle. Not every priestess is related to Apollo." He added. Anna looked at him, her eyes as big as saucers. "That is soo sexy." She said. She jumped forward and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a passionate kiss. Lyle and

NOTE: HI GUYS! The following chapters will be teasers for this book. This particular book is a series on its own with five books. Let me know if you like it after reading the teasers. INTRODUCTION Two years ago, Caidyn caused a young man to drown in the waters of loss after he had seen her. On that day, Lucien Dracmon sat on a rock at the riverbank, starring at the beautiful petals of a moon flower that grew only around this particular river. It only bloomed at night and he had come out because of it and to also comfort himself.

I don’t have any time to second guess myself, I rush across the room and dive underneath his bed – just as the door opens. “Fucking Damon.” I swallow roughly, steady my trembling limbs and get my panicked breaths in order. If I’m caught by Ronan... my mind races with the consequences. If he finds me, I’m dead. Ronan's steps are light and deliberate, walking deeper into the room – setting things down. He speaks softly to the parrot – words I can’t hear – and then takes off his shoes. His pants and briefs fall next and my eyes squeeze tight, refusing to let my imagination wander.