Novelas y relatos de Moonlight Queen

She looked like she had something to say but didn't know how to say it and Huw wouldn't say anything either. "Jenny, Huw, if you have something you wish to discuss, please feel free to do so. We are all friends here." I said, breaking the ice. "I am the queen's protector," Jenny blurted out. Emily looked at me in confusion. Huw signed as he sat upright. "Davis and I have a gold full moon situated on our left hip. I am the protector of the king, chosen by the moon goddess." Emily nodded in understanding. "As you know, we are all blessed with a mate. As I am the king's protector, my mate would be the queen's protector."

another replied to her as they laughed. "Don't be blasphemous to the moon goddess, she intentionally wanted this for the omega!” Another chipped in. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't breathe anymore as my heart kept shattering with each second that passed, the world was dark and tilted. I felt a cold numbness all over, I was so foolish to have thought I truly deserved love and acceptance. When has the moon goddess ever been fair to me? I must have been drunk and stupid to think she would actually give me a mate that would love and choose me.

He gave me a look that said, Show them. I knew this was my moment. The daggers were secured, the Call was focused. I reached up and pulled the silver chain from my neck, letting the Lumina Mark on my wrist shine for all to see. The light was cool, not the blinding flash of battle, but a firm, glow of real energy. It brought unceasing gasps from the powerful wolves in the room. “High Alpha,” I said, my voice firm, projecting confidence I barely felt. “I am Elara. Justin Blackwood rejected me, but the Moon Goddess did not. She granted me the power of the Lumina light. I am the prophesied Queen Luna.”

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the assassin standing at the edge of the forest. Watching her. Studying her. Confirming her existence. And then speaking those words. Moon Queen. The title felt too large. Too heavy. Too impossible. Eventually she gave up trying to rest. She slipped from her cabin and walked toward the cliffs overlooking the valley. The night air was cool against her skin. Above her, the moon hung full and brilliant, illuminating the mountains in silver light. The valley below looked peaceful. Almost untouched by the dangers gathering beyond its borders. Almost.

Footsteps echo ahead of her. Measured. Regal. A figure emerges from the luminous mist—tall, crowned, her presence bending the space around her the way gravity bends light. She wears no armor, yet power radiates from her in waves sharp enough to sting. Her eyes are silver moons. Her hair falls like spun frost down her back. A Luna. Not a title. A truth. “You walk the road sooner than you should,” the queen says, her voice layered—one tone carrying many beneath it. Sofia swallows.

“This is a reckoning. The true bloodline of the Moon Goddess walks among us. And I name her what the Council never wanted her to become.” He turned back toward her and bowed his head. “Tessa Vael. Luna of Nightshade. Flame of Ashmoon. I name you Queen of the Broken Moon.” The wind rose like a scream through the hills. A howl broke from the warriors behind us - first one, then dozens. The cry of wolves, not in mourning… but in awakening. The call of the wild that swore loyalty in blood. Kael was roaring in my chest, wordless with pride and want. “She was born for this. Now the world knows it. And she is our mate.”

She landed in front of me, her nostrils flaring as she caught my scent. “The Silver Queen,” she rasped, her voice sounding like dry leaves rubbing together. “The one who broke the Ice King’s throne. You bring the scent of the city and the smell of the machine into our garden.” “We bring a people seeking refuge,” I said, meeting her violet gaze without flinching. “The machines are hunting us. If we fall, they will come for you next. The ‘Red Moon’ sees all, even through the canopy.” The ancient female tilted her head, her gaze shifting to the twins. Her eyes widened, the violet glow intensifying. “The Union... the Sun and the Moon in two bodies. You have brought the end of days into the Deep,

His pen danced on the paper with great mastery as he wrote. “The Lycan King Vincent Lawrence has found his Erasthai, Lizette Bancroft. As she is the Queen chosen by the God Dragor, she will be crowned at the auspicious event of the Moon festival.” Moon festival? OMG! Due to my mating life’s issues, it slipped from my mind that the Moon festival, the biggest festival for werewolves, was about six weeks away. It was the very first event after my mating, and Vincent took this opportunity to crown me as his Queen, his consideration blew my head away.

The moon hung high, swollen and silver, sending long shadows across the stones. That’s when I heard her. “You look fragile, little dove.” I froze. A woman stepped from the darkness, her figure tall, elegant, dangerous. Her silver hair shimmered under the moonlight, her eyes sparkling with something both beautiful and frightening. Selene. The queen of hunters. “Stay back,” I whispered, though my voice trembled. My legs shook as I tried to stand tall. She smiled slightly, tilting her head like a dog studying food. “If I wanted to harm you, you’d already be on the ground. I came with an offer.”