Nine Moons Book Novels & Stories

“Owning their different sins as the latter three is the worse of the bunch, they represent the half of the thirteen moons as the other half lies around the embodiment of the seven sins along with the poor foolish soul you very well know who. Their play lies within the game of what I call ‘The Hangman’.” Deliberately naming the last game of the representation of the thirteen moons that will open and pave the way for the book of Dylan to make known. She laughs in pure amusement as her eyes mark the lust and excitement of what is to come, she then drops the fact and the words of her role among the following holders with the voice that hunts and rings.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

"Of course it would be Liam. I'm afraid I no longer have the book here with me" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Amyra sent one of her minions to steal the book from me. It's gone" My heart sank, dread creeping down my spine. "What do you know about the twin moons?" Theo asked. "The twin moons was discovered by Ivagon, decades ago. It was said that the blood moon is the only thing that can lead to the appearance of the twin moons. The twin moons can be called upon, it just doesn't appear on its own" Veronica said, rising to her feet. She grabbed a pen and a book from the cabinet before going back to her seat. She quietly drew a weird shape that consist of two crescents facing each other. They w

He placed his hand on the door. It opened without resistance. Inside was a circular chamber filled with suspended pages—hundreds of them, floating like dead leaves in invisible wind. At the center stood a stone pedestal holding a single book bound in dark metal. The man approached it slowly. “You finally woke her,” he said. The book did not answer. It didn’t need to. He opened it. The pages turned on their own, stopping at a page that was no longer blank. Words burned into existence as he watched: The Moon Heir has awakened.

The moon bathes us in silver, the well’s waters shimmering with approval. At dawn, I find the twins in the library, the Solara Chronicles open between them. “Can’t sleep either?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. Silas looks up, his eyes heavy. “The book says Solara wolves can talk to the stars. Do you think I’ll learn how?” I sit beside him, tracing the ancient text. “Maybe. But you don’t have to be Solara right now. Just be my son.” Selene curls into my lap, her voice drowsy. “We’ll always be your babies, Mommy. Even when we’re kings and queens.”

Leon’s mind was going so many miles per second. It was racing faster than a racecar. But he decided that he was going to trust the girl, and besides, he did not have much of a choice or time. So he opened his hands and held the hands of the blonde girl in his hands. The girl then told him to close his eyes and try his best to contact the Moon goddess. His eyes shot open, and he shook his head. “Cassie, normal people like us can’t just contact the Moon goddess. You have to be an Alpha or a Luna. Or someone like Selena who was purposely chosen by the goddess.” As much as he wanted to help the omega, he wanted them to be logical as well.

Smoke spiraled upward, curling pale and ghostly toward the moon. The flame turned strange smoky white, clouded like mist yet sharp enough to sting the eyes. Wolves howled in unison, bones cracking as they shifted. The sound was deafening, primal, and terrifying. Hugh let out a thunderous howl and bolted into the forest. The pack surged after him, hundreds of paws pounding, leaving the clearing in chaos of fur and howls. Only a handful stayed. Annette, Amaretti, and the night crawlers, who circled the struggling Alpha Mason. His body jolted, his veins darkening, the blessing of the goddess twisting against the corruption already eating at him.

*** — Anne, do you want to hear a story? When the world was young, and the herds were still in their most primitive state, a lone wolf devoted himself to singing to the Goddess Moon with passion. The wolf, whose fur shone under the silver light of the moon, sang with a passion and devotion that resonated in the deepest corners of the night. His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky.

I say as I pull my top back down over my bump. “No, don’t you get it. The True Luna wolves have the mark of the moon on them. However, the daughter of the Goddess not only has a moon but three moons and eight stars. Your birthmark matches those marks.” My eyes widen at her words when she produces a book literally out of thin air and shows me the page. A gasp leaves me as I look at the mark. In the middle is a full moon and on either side are crescent moons. Underneath in a straight line are eight little stars. I can’t read what it says as it is written in an ancient language.

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.