Novel & Cerita Moonstruck Souls

Alpha Reese must have also decided on having some of his men join us here and I don’t think it was a bad idea, especially if we fail on trapping the Moon Witch in her own realm. The first to step out of the SUVs was Christopher and he helped his mate out of the vehicle. It was crazy every time that I saw Luna Rayne’s mother because she was the spitting image of her and it was like she had barely aged, but being trapped in another world or realm may do that to you.

“No. Don’t even think it. There must be another way.” Iris shook her head. “I was reborn for this.” Scene 2: The Blessing of the Moon Spirit As Iris turned toward the Sacred Tree that had survived the carnage, a faint glow pulsed from its heart. A dying Moon Spirit emerged, a small wolf pup limned in silver light. It staggered forward, its tiny body weak. “Iris,” the Spirit whispered, its voice like a breeze through glass. “I have watched you… and chosen you. My light… my soul… will strengthen your Hollow Star.”

I don’t understand and look up at the moon-goddess. “Snows any Abby's healing ability was that they could heal would and scars from silver.” She looks at me with soft eyes. I turn and look at the wolf souls. “Thank you. I promise I will take good care of Moon.” They purr again, then slowly turn and walk away. I look back to the Moon-goddess who is smiling at me. “They never leave each other, they are the perfect match. Just like Moon and Hunter.” She says smiling and I nod my head.

The monsters within Hot breath floated in the darkness beside me; bittersweet from the lumpy, pink fruit being shoved into the bleeding mouth hungrily. A fresh scratch ran over a flushed cheekbone, the exposed wound being smothered with the juices of the fruit that dripped along the path underneath our feet. Sparkling eyes locked onto mine; so full of life and the ugliness of the world they had witnessed. How on earth did they belong to someone dead? “Pay attention, Moon” Royce gasped between mouthfuls of fruit, shining the torch he held over the area before us “this is no time to be dawdling.”

Our wounds closed as if kissed by magic, and a glowing sigil appeared on our joined hands—two intertwined wolves under a crescent moon. “You are now soul-bound,” the priestess declared. “No fate, no force, no future can break what the Moon Goddess has sealed.” Zane leaned in, eyes gleaming. “You’re mine. In every life." Our lips met in a deep, sacred kiss, the forest holding its breath as two souls became one. As their lips parted and the silver glow faded, the wind suddenly shifted. The priestess froze, her chant dying in her throat. Her eyes darted to the moon above. “This is not right,” she whispered. “Something ancient is stirring…”

The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.” My throat tightened. I read on, entranced. “The Nameless Moon is not a god. It is not a beast. It is what remains after the First Wolf devoured the sky and choked on the stars. It is hunger, memory, madness. And it does not knock. It waits.” --- Ronan I hovered behind her, my hand resting on her back, anchoring her as her breath quickened with danger. “This is what Mason wants to resurrect,” I spoke in a hushed tone.

His gaze drifted, lost in a memory. The Silver Moon Sanctuary. The Sky-Peak. On the night of the full moon, the Seer, Seraphina, performed her divination. The crystal ball showed a hazy image: a woman in a red dress, sitting in a dark room. Her eyes were lifeless, her heart shattered. But her wolf spirit was unbroken. It was still strong. "She is your destiny," the Seer’s voice had echoed, mystical and faint. "The other half of your soul. The Luna the Goddess herself has forged for you."

When I woke up in the pack clinic, the healer was standing beside my bed with the results of my examination in her hands, her expression grave. "Elara, your Wolf Soul Decay Syndrome has reached its final stage. At this point, only Silver Spring water can save you." The Silver Spring produced only one vial of healing water each year, and that vial was reserved for the pack's Saintess. The Moon Goddess had chosen me for seven years in a row, yet once again, Kael had handed both my title and this year's vial to Rosalie.

Wolves emerged silently from the trees, circling the clearing in acknowledgment of their Luna and Alpha, ready to follow into whatever storm awaited. And deep in the northern mountains, where the Moon never set, a faint glow pulsed — faint, but alive. Selene’s spirit watched, patient, as the threads of light and shadow began to weave once more. The battle had been won, but the war for the balance of Silver Crest — and the soul of the Moon — had only just begun

Bert added. “What did Edmond see?” Lyssa asked, looking at Marcus and me. Marcus said, “He told us to find the secret Moon Goddess Mountain as it hides inside her own White warriors.” “You mean the legend of Azrael and his legion of the famous White warriors?” Bert asked us with wide eyes, sitting close to the edge of his chair. “Yes, and the map is showing us the way how to find them,” Damon said. “My mate was always smart and whatever he has seen, I am sure he had a good enough reason to send you to seek the first warrior’s help,” Lyssa said.