Novel & Cerita Moonstruck Souls

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

It talked about a wolf that was embedded into the souls of 'special people' to become one with them. It shared a mind and a body with them, as merged by a goddess of the moon. This must have absolutely been in the wrong section, this was not a history book, this is fiction! But she read on, haven started already as the book begun to describe the special abilities of these special people. Noon came by and flew by, Luca had not returned. Anticipation was begining to wreck Hazel's nerves. In his note, which she has read at least six more times since the first time, he said he has some place to show her.

"We need to go to the Sacred Circle. The Moon Goddess may be able to help us." Ava nodded. "Let us go." They went to the Sacred Circle, where they performed a ritual to summon the Moon Goddess. "Moon Goddess," Ava said. "We need your help. The Soul Walkers are attacking our pack, and they can manipulate souls." The Moon Goddess appeared, her form glowing with silver light. "The Soul Walkers are beings from the soul dimension," the Moon Goddess said. "They are not bound by the laws of our world, which is why they can manipulate souls."

We'd be in mortal danger. But there wasn't a hint of softness in Ryker's eyes, nothing like a mate's. Just a cold command. "Selena," his voice was a low, chilling rumble, "you're about to be my Luna. The pack needs you to contribute. The 'Moon Soul Crystal' will boost our 'Blood Moon Altar,' awaken the ancestral totems. It's vital for the Howling Moon Pack." He saw me hesitate. He put his hand on my stomach, and the pressure was unsettling.

That night, Damien knocked on my door. He was holding a small, embroidered box. Inside was a Moon Soul Amulet, glowing with a soft light. Moon Soul Stones were found only near the Moon Wells, a rare mineral that could nourish and soothe a wolf’s spirit. “For you,” he said, holding it out. “I know the flower was important to you. This is to make up for it.” I didn’t take it. I just stared at him, my heart a block of ice. Did he really think he could just “make up” for every hurt with something expensive?

Because first of all, I am a fucking werewolf, and it has been embedded in our soul, been practiced by our traditions over time that we must be the dominant one—the leader-type of creature. We now reached Selena's Wall. It is a huge wall that serves as the border between the mortal realm of Moonburn and the hidden glorious village of Stella’s Soul. As the name suggests, it is the wall that has been erected by the eldest of our Triple Goddess—Selena, the Goddess of the Moon and the one who bestowed us with our exclusive gifts. Stella’s Soul, on the other hand, was crafted by its namesake—the Goddess Stella, the one who makes the stars twinkle every night and the weaver of dreams.

Even Luna Astra joined weakly, her voice cracking with pain. After the howl, the Moon Priestess stepped forward. She was an old woman with silver hair, carrying a bowl of glowing moon water. She sprinkled the water over Lysander's body while chanting ancient words: "Moon Goddess, receive your son. Guide his spirit through the eternal hunt. Let his strength live on in his bloodline. Let his wisdom protect his pack forever." She then placed a small crystal moonstone on his chest, symbolizing his return to the moon. The pack watched in reverent silence.

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

"We know numerous things. The soul watchmen have kept us educated regarding the situation transpiring on the planet above. We are aware of your battles, your penances. Furthermore, we know that without our assistance, all will be lost." A mumble went through our pack. Trust, delicate however tireless, started to blossom in my chest. "What sort of assist with canning you offer?" Kloss asked, consistently the realist. The silver wolf turned, signaling with its tail to a gathering of more youthful wolves. They drew nearer, conveying in their mouths what resembled gleaming circles of light. "These are Moonstones," the silver wolf made sense of. "They contain the concentrated embodiment of our pa

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i