Moonlight Whisper Zara Novels & Stories

Zayn : shhh don't ask anything, just get up and come. then he takes her to the river and he closed her eyes and takes her to the boat , after 15 minutes . Zayn : open your eyes. Sara : where we are? Zayn : look up then Sara watching the full moon in the middle of the river. There was only one boat and noone with them. then Zayn shows his mother ring to the Sara.

Zara hyperventilates when she realizes I’m not letting her go. “Lavender, you’re safe with me. You don’t need to hide. I’m right here.” I try to speak to her while Estelle pulls Zara’s claws out of my arms without getting cut herself. A heartbreaking look of despair crosses Zara’s scared face. She closes her eyes and lets out a low, shaky howl before she collapses in my arms and shivers with her arms over her head. I let myself drop to the floor and look up at Estelle with pursed lips.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.

From its depths, an ancient artifact began to rise — a harp, its strings seemingly made of pure starlight. Ezra, recognizing its significance, whispered, "The Celestial Harp. Legends spoke of it, but I thought it was just a myth." Isolde, entranced by its ethereal beauty, approached slowly. "They say its melodies can bridge realms, even mend tears in the fabric of reality." As she reached out to touch it, a haunting melody filled the air, a song of sorrow and hope intertwined. The very ground trembled, and the skies above darkened ominously. From the shadows, silhouetted figures began to emerge, their eyes glowing with an eerie light.

I pull her hands away and guide her off me. She stares at me, lips parted in disbelief. I step back, walking to the window. The moon hangs low in the sky, bright and cold and silent. Zara picks up her clothes with sharp, aggressive movements. The rustle of fabric is loud in the quiet room. She dresses quickly, anger boiling just beneath her poised surface. “You’re pathetic,” she snaps, eyes narrowed. “Still clinging to some childish dream about a girl who will never choose you.” I don’t turn.

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.