O Swear Not By The Moon Novels & Stories

I would fight, fight with every ounce of strength in me, to break free from this unwanted bond. The moon shone down upon me, its pale light illuminating my tear-stained face. I raised my voice to the heavens, my words laced with defiance. "Moon goddess," I shouted, my voice trembling with rage, "you will not control my destiny. You will not force me into a loveless existence. I refuse to accept this mate, this life you have chosen for me."

"Why should I care who Astrophel likes? He hardly ever likes anyone any one anyway and hates it if anyone is perceived to be better than he is. So, what do I care what he thinks, as long as Moon's Call has eyes for me?" "Well, Moon’s Call doesn't strike me as one who has eyes for a mate and I believe that your father has mentioned so one too many a time. He has tried severally to have him mate with one of the maidens in the village but the man has remained strongly adamant," Stella replied.

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

“No, Beta. We don’t.” Beyond the shutter, the moon was climbing, thin, bright, relentless. Before the moon, Veronica had said. The Full moon. Over my dead body, I thought. Or hers.

“The High Council is dissolved.” Nervous laughter rippled through the chamber—disbelieving and uneasy. “You have no authority—” The Moon spoke for her. A surge of power radiated outward, forcing every Council member to their knees. Aria’s voice resonated—not loud, but undeniably firm. “By blood. By balance. By the Moon’s will.” The sigils etched into the walls ignited with light. The ancient oath sprang to life. Selene’s voice rolled through the chamber like thunder wrapped in silk:

“Florence?” When I didn’t respond, Dylan must have sensed something was off. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I forced myself to hold back the emotions that were about to burst out of me. My voice came out hoarse as I asked, “Dylan, do you still remember the oath you made to me? “Do you remember saying you’d never betray me for the rest of your life?” He once stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess and swore, “I, Dylan, swear before the sacred Moon Goddess that I will love only Florence for the rest of my life and never betray her. If I break this oath, may I be denied true love forever and die alone.”

The eighth time I caught Oscar Stanton in a hotel suite, he silently picked up the fruit knife from the nightstand and slashed his wrist eleven times. “Satisfied now?” Blood ran between his fingers and dripped onto the carpet. He looked at me as though I were a madwoman who had driven him to kill himself. I stood frozen, the toy gun still clenched in my hand. For a moment, everything felt strangely unreal. After all, the last time things had gotten this bad, I had kicked his mistress into a crocodile enclosure and demanded that he never see her again. In retaliation, he had buried my mother’s ashes beneath a public restroom. He laughed and said, In retaliation, he had buried my mother

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

“Why didn’t you tell Anna that you were pregnant? We talked about it. You said you wanted to. You said you were going to.” I took a minute to gather her words but I waited patiently. “Do you remember what you said to me the day I wanted to tell her? You gave me one condition.” She held up a finger. “Just one.” I nodded my head. “That you she promises on the Blood Moon to never repeat your secret.” She mimicked my nodding head. “I couldn’t tell her.” I knew Zaya wasn’t that familiar with the power of the Blood Moon. Or any oaths claimed on it. In our pack, it’s a belief. Breaking a Blood Moon oath is like breaking a family tie. It’s strong and felt on both sides.

I clutched my sons closer, my tears falling freely, not from grief this time, but from overwhelming joy. For the first time, I felt it fully, deeply, irrevocably. I was not cursed. I was not broken. I was bound. Bound not by chains, not by curses, but by love. Bound to Kael. Bound to my children. Bound to my pack. Bound to the moon itself. That night, beneath the full moon’s silver glow, I stood at the cliff’s edge with Kael beside me and my sons in my arms. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the voices of