Moonlight Queen Novels & Stories

Almost everyone was asleep. Wade held Dara’s hand, “Just don’t let go whatever happens here.” They walked straight and soon they were in the middle of the town. All the streets connected here in a big circle and there was the big statue of Queen Eve. Dara left Wade’s hand, “I’ll be safe.” She went close to the statue. She touched it and she could see some flashbacks appearing before her eyes. She saw Queen’s life story. She saw how the Queen fell in love with Dara’s grandfather. She saw how the human civilization started on the island. She saw werewolves and vampires fighting with each other. She saw the curse and above all, she saw the Queen alive.

The ninth bonding ceremony between me and the Alpha King, Thorne Ravencrest, is finally here. Yet once again, I failed to become his Luna Queen. Not because he broke his promise, but because I'm not qualified enough. The Elders made it crystal clear that every Luna Queen recognized by the Moon Goddess throughout history must cultivate 365 Moonlight Flowers using their own blood essence. But every year on the eve of the ceremony, no matter how careful I am, there's always one flower missing.

It was a voice, a hand, a promise. At the edge of the trees, Aria looked up at the moon. It glowed silver on her skin, on the memory of a Queen who had tried, and the daughter who might yet triumph. She whispered into the stillness, “Let love be what lasts.” And the night, ancient and listening, held the vow close.

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

“Your bloodline is very important to us, Luna. We spent years searching for you—despite what you may think, you will not be a prisoner here.” Suddenly, he grabbed the knife at his belt. I flinched as he reached for my wrists, but he calmly cut the ropes, freeing me. Then, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “What are you doing?” I blurted out. “My Queen,” Eyepatch said, looking up at me with his one good eye. “Please forgive me for my actions.” I blinked. “Queen?” “You are a Lycan, are you not?” I froze. He was insane. He had to be. Lycans were extinct. Everyone knew that. They’d died off hundreds of years ago, long before I was even born.

At first I didn't mind, until they made mention of me. “Oh goodness I can smell her from here.” The woman spoke up, her voice haughty and rude. “Who, Elena?” the other woman in the green top asked. “That human, Kierra, the one that's apparently Crescent Moon's heir”. They kept talking about me and I kept listening but then Kierra mentioned my parents. “Well then my darling, your brother must have also told you about how Alpha Stone ripped out Luna Kronex's pretty little throat right in front of her husband”.

The resemblance was so uncanny she dropped the book onto the desk, her hands trembling. Only one thing differed—the woman’s eyes. They were not Evelyn’s hazel, but molten silver, burning like a predator under moonlight. She swallowed hard and bent over the page again. Beneath the portrait was a name written in bold script: Queen Selene of the First Bloodline. Her breath hitched as she read. Selene, the first Lycan Queen, chosen by the moon itself. Betrayed by her kin, bound by a curse that marked her descendants. Her blood runs in those who cannot be bitten, for they are chosen, not changed. They awaken when the moon calls them home.

With every step I took, the crowd below took a step back. "You weren't acting like this three days ago." I stopped in front of Lyla. Her legs were trembling, but she was still forcing herself to stand. "Selena, I…" "What did you call me?" "Q-Queen… Your Majesty," she managed to choke out the words. "That's better." I didn't touch her. Instead, I slowly released the power within me. It was the absolute power of the Moon Goddess's bloodline. A silver light radiated from my body, forming an invisible, crushing pressure.

A strange expression crossed her face, her pale eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly and then she whispered three words "The Moon Queen". Every conversation died instantly. The title rolled through Moonspire Hall like a blade. ‘The Moon Queen?’ I screamed in shock in my head. I had never heard the title before but sounded familiar. Around the hall, confusion spread rapidly, several Alphas exchanged uneasy looks and others seemed genuinely alarmed. One elderly noble crossed himself instinctively. Draeven looked at me strangely, as though he had encountered those words somewhere before. I looked toward him and our eyes met. The Alpha King knew something. A council member hurried toward him n

Jule was laying on a borken table where I once gathered the papers. “Thanks,” I thanked Mitne and looked at he papers I got intime. “Vorel Bloodline?” Mitne suddenly mentioned something and I looked at him and the papers. “Do you know the name?” I asked and nodded at me. “Yes, they have a Luna Queen by that name, even if she is using her nickname Flo. She is a powerful magic user, just like you. She has black hair and rainbow colored eyes…” Mitne suddenly looked at Caroline who was standing in shock as she looked at the two fighting.