Moonlit Fantasy Web Novel Novels & Stories

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.

I relaxed and my wolf settled in contentment as we shared the quiet aftermath. I was lying across his chest, idly running my fingers over his muscles as I drifted on the fine edge of bliss and sleep. In the moonlight, I noticed something I'd never seen before. Three long scars, old and faded, started at the top of his left shoulder and slid down his arm until they faded into nothing. I ran my fingers over them lightly and felt him go still underneath me. They had to have been made by a wolf or a vampire, nothing else would leave a scar. "What happened?" I whispered.

The guardians closed their eyes, each one envisioning the realm, a sanctuary of dreams and possibilities. Elysia, feeling the rush of energies, whispered, "See it, feel it, believe in it." As the energies peaked, the Nexus seemed to pulsate with a life of its own. The boundaries between reality and possibility began to blur, and a radiant orb of light formed in the center of the guardians' circle. Liora, her voice filled with wonder, exclaimed, "It's... it's beautiful. The birth of a realm." The Voidwalker, now an intertwined essence with the guardians, stated, "It's still fragile, its boundaries undefined. But with care and guidance, it will flourish."

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

The growling outside had been terrifying, but his sudden departure was even more unsettling. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I spun around, heart leaping into my throat. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the moonlit backdrop of the forest. It wasn’t Ronan. My breath caught as I realized it was one of the wolves, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light.

To the east, a pale radiance showed in the sky, and a sliver of white appeared over the foothills. The white crescent in the eastern sky looked elongated as if its bottom horn clung to the hills below. The Czarevna dropped to her knees with the amulets in front of her. What she didn't admit was she didn't know if this would work or not, she didn't even know if they had got the right ingredients. The others crouched over her. "Moonlight isn't like sunlight," Ruslan said. "It won't just shine on anything."

" Harry asked, pointing at the peak that may have seemed so familiar to him, yet he wasn't complaining. This cold terrain was amazing. It was as if there was a feeling passing between each living thing, a bond that was visible and blended, a melody beyond the range of his ears but available to his heart. And so, as each leaf moves in the wind, a part of him does as well. So, if this is your dreamland, Moonland, was the real world the human world? Should I be alarmed by those facts? " "Yes, After all, Moonland is the land of supernatural beings. Like werewolves, witches, vampires, fae, dark creatures, and... " "Enough, I think I know what you mean by supernatural beings." "Good, but to answer

I glared at him for a few more uncomfortable seconds before I walked past him. I ripped the robe away from Elara hands as I walked past her and put it on; concealing my naked body. I continued to walk past them and headed back down the path we took to get here. I ignored the looks of the other witches that were outside doing gardening and just being nosy. I continued walking down the path that lead to Anastasia’s home and I didn’t stop walking until I reached her doorstep. Anastasia’s POV The words hit me like a physical blow, completely stealing the air from my lungs. What did she mean she seen our fates intertwined? Why would the moon goddess do this? He’s a Lycan!

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

A magical social feed opened like a twisted version of F******k. RonanDuskbane posted: “New moon training group meets at midnight. If you’re too slow, don’t bother showing up.” KaelithD posted a poll: “Who’s hotter: me, or me on fire?” Faculty Reminder: “Do not summon demons in the cafeteria again.” I sat back and let out a long, slow breath. Magic. Memory loss. Monsters. And a talking wolf in my head. This was going to be wild.