Novel & Cerita Moonkissed

THE WIND HOWLED from the sea, bringing the coldness into the air around the houses built along the shore. It echoed in Xurden’s ear as they stood on the roof of one of the abandoned warehouses overlooking the length of white sand. Above the sky, the round moon glowed bright hiding from the thick clouds. A few blocks away from where they were, the party had started early on the rooftop of a five-story building. He could see Yric standing in the corner, even from a distance. The younger guy looked so lost holding a red disposable cup.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

"There are two goddesses of the moon, Altamira and Lunar. Lunar is the head of the moon, and she birthed the Lunar Crest." "That's how we got the name?" "Yes," Adrian answered. "Crest, I don't know about that one." Phoebe stood up and walked towards them. "Maybe it's her nickname or something." "It's not possible." Trevor said. "I will have to ask my grandfather about it." Tristan smiled at Luna. "My grandfather seems to know a lot about Lunar Crest." "I don't know what you both are doing in our ride. You belong to another pack, Cruter Toon."

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "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."

I nod, sit, and then head to the bathroom. The Moon Goddess wants me to trust them and myself, but my gift is a curse and I know they’ll all be terrified of me if I ever have to use it. The Kiss of Death is a curse- It literally takes the breath away of whomever I use it on.

“I want you, but not like this. If it weren’t for that Cup…” His words swam in her mind, and a sudden clarity cut through the haze: the Unity Cup. They’d said it was an aphrodisiac blend to heighten senses for the ceremony, but for her—the Moon-Kissed daughter of the Alpha—perhaps it was too potent, too intense. She blinked, realizing the pull between them was more than just instinct. “I… I feel dizzy,” she mumbled, slumping against him, her head lolling against his chest. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, the world spinning in endless circles.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

And since his death, he had been the one managing the pack. "Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up"

It was sweet but it made me slightly dizzy. “Careful,” Henry said quickly. He took the vial and placed it on the table. “You don’t want to breathe that in.” “What is it?” I asked. “It’s called Moonlust,” he checked and finally said. “I’ve heard of that before,” I said. “Isn’t it a banned aphrodisiac? Why would my father give me this?” “Yes, it’s an old herb mixture used by healers generations ago,” Henry explained. “A few drops can trigger heat in a she-wolf.”