O Swear Not By The Moon Novels & Stories

This promise was the only method I could think of to prevent him from even trying. “All right,” Noah said. “I promise.” “No,” I said firmly. “Swear upon the Moon Goddess.” Noah’s eyes widened, but he nodded. “You must as well,” he replied. I nodded. “I swear upon the Moon Goddess that I will delay divorce proceedings and continue to play at being your wife for one month,” I declared. “And I swear upon the Moon Goddess that at the end of one month, I will grant you a divorce and allow you to take anyone or anything from within the Nightcrest Pack back with you to the Silvermoon Pack without my interference.”

But I don’t. Instead, I close my eyes and suddenly, the moon begins to sing. It’s not a sound, not really. It’s a hum. A pulse. It drips into my dreams like silver ink. I stand in a sea of clouds. The stars above me are falling. Each one a name. Each one a life. The moon hangs low, swollen and bleeding light. A voice echoes: "Stormwalker, your oath is not yet fulfilled. One heart must break for the other to rise."

So I did the only thing I could think of: I made a vow. “To the Moon Goddess,” I began as I looked up, addressing the deity that governed our lives, “I swear on my life, on my soul, that I will kill Asterion. I will end his reign of terror, or I will die trying. This is my destiny, and I won’t let anyone take it from me.” My words hung in the air as the gravity of my vow finally sank in. Oaths taken under the name of the Moon Goddess weren’t to be messed with, and if not fulfilled, could lead to a curse being placed on the person who made the vow.

Bonnie hisses at him. I stare between the two of them not sure how I can resolve this. Bonnie does have a point. "Moon oath" Orion says while casually chewing more toast. "What?" I say. "You can't break a moon oath. She will curse you down where you stand if you do" Orion adds not even looking up from his toast. "Is that true? It's sounds a bit far fetched" I scoff. "Oh it's real" Hunter says seriously. "Fine" Bonnie agrees as she extends a claw to her palm. She pauses looking at Hunter.

Maya Woods was born an Omega. Weak, unwanted, and treated as nothing more than a slave in her pack. But fate bound her to Alpha Damien, the powerful young Alpha who refused to claim her, yet refused to let her go.Used in secret and ignored in public, Maya’s life was a cycle of pain and false promises until the night everything changed. Broken, bleeding, and on the edge of death, she was saved by the most feared Lycan King of all, Rasmus.With Rasmus, Maya discovered a new truth about herself, a hidden power no Omega was meant to carry, and a bond stronger than anything she had ever known. But love in the Lycan world is never simple. Desire burns, enemies circle, and betrayal waits closer than

"If I allow this child to live. I have a few stipulations of my own. First and Foremost. This child will never be able to claim any ranked status in my pack other than Omega or Warrior, depending on the gender. Second. I require your utmost obedience. You are never to go against my wishes. No matter what they may be. And third, you will bear as many of my children as I desire. Understood?" I swallowed thickly, feeling sick to my stomach as I nodded. "Understood, Alpha. I will be your perfect Luna." I said, though I looked absolutely disgusted. Alpha Jasper leaned in, glaring at me, "I'm going to assume that look on your face is the morning sickness." He said in his snakelike tone. A warning.

Sienna said, and the gate-archers laughed, short and mean, worshipful in the way soldiers are when their queen speaks like them. A wind slid down from the fractured moon, wrong and cold. The sky, which had been salt-pale, deepened, reddened, then bruised, then bled. A rim of light formed around the lunar disc, a ring like an eye afflicted. When it opened, the color poured out. “The Blood Moon,” someone whispered, and someone else spat to break the omen. The spit froze before it hit stone. “Sienna,” Ryder said, eyes narrowed. “Whatever she put in you, hold it.”

The air around us cracked, the ground trembling as sparks of light tore from my skin, scattering into the night. Jason caught me instantly, pulling me against his chest, his voice calm but urgent. “Amelia, focus. Listen to me—breathe.” But I couldn’t. The power didn’t care about breathing. It clawed and tore, desperate to be free, to burn everything in its path. Mateo was at my other side, his hands gripping my shoulders, his eyes fierce. “Fight it, little moon. Don’t let it own you—make it yours.” His words struck something deep, but I didn’t know how. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t ready.

I replied, surprised at my cool tone, which was the complete opposite of what I felt inside. "Do you wish to constantly be irritated by me, when you can just end it?" He looked up, ' Give me strength.' When he saw my curious expression, he spoke, "The omen moon." I furrowed my brows in further confusion. What does it have to do with me? " You lost me there." He rolled his eyes and mumbled something akin to a prayer under his breath, "I cannot reject you because of the omen moon." Shit! It was a sacred period when no one could reject their mates because it was an automatic death sentence. What I would give to be free from this bully.

she said, stomping her foot on the floor. The room went silent, then everyone started murmuring. To become the Eyes of the Moon in a pack, at the ceremony, the Eyes of the Moon have to give up the hunting instinct and take an oath that they will be ordinary, since the power of the moon is already vested in them. This is done so that they will not be power-obsessed. They will know their limits, and the day they go against that rule, they will be killed. “Silence!” I shouted, and they all stopped.