Padme Amidala Novelas e Histórias

"Tell me everything." Amelia paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay," she began, her words measured. "My real name is not Amelia Blackwood. It's Amara, and I'm not entirely human. I come from a lineage of mystics, bound to the Moon Goddess herself." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "Mystics? Moon Goddess?" Amara nodded. "Yes, we are guardians of the Moon's power, given the ability to channel its energy. It was my mission to protect the Moonlit Meadow and make sure its sacred energy stayed pure."

Third POV. Madeline was trying to stand up and failed to see Leila running. It would have been better for her to say motionless lying on the ground than show she still had the strength. The reason Amaya is called darkness is because she can end anything she comes in contact with. She smirked when she saw that Madeline was trying to stand up since it was within her expectations before she started running. She gave Madeline another powerful kick on the chest, causing her to roll backward and fall once more for throwing a lot of blood.

“I don’t want to be a part of-” “I’m here to take your place,” Amira interjected, her voice filled with a comforting and reassuring tone, attempting to offer solace amid Jasmine's distress. She sauntered towards the faerie, cornering her like a cat playing with a mouse. “You can either use this time to escape and lead your own life or wait for another day to be violated.”

Amaria and the maid walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a huge wooden door that led to the dining room. The maid bowed and said,“ she is waiting for you inside, I shall take my leave” and left. Amaria pushed the door open gently and saw a woman sitting at the end of a very long table. ' Diana, Luna of The Moonstone pack, and Queen of Ashmael Empire is sitting in front of me, this is such a great honor,' Amaria thought trying to hide how excited she was. The queen had a cunning smile on her face as she stared at Amaria with her shrewd Amethyst eyes,“ Lady Amaria, please have a sit”

A burning pain crossed through me, forcing a painful shout from my throat. My body was uncontrollably shaky. It felt as if I was being torn in half. "Push, my brave girl! Push for your white pups!" The voice was my mother's. Mom? White pups? I forced my eyes open. I wasn't in the damp cave anymore. I was in a clean, makeshift room, lying on a soft bed. My mother was seated by my side, her face soaked with tears and stress, but alight with something that looked like hope. A fat, elderly woman I didn't recognise, the Wolf Doctor judging by the scent that smelled of medicine, was standing over me.

I say, my voice trembling but resolute. The goddess’s smile is tinged with both pride and sorrow. She reaches out, her touch cool and steady, blessing me with a strength that feels ancient and wild. “So be it, Amara. You have chosen the harder path, but it is yours to walk. Remember, even in your darkest pain, the moon will guide you. Your light will change the world. You will not remember this meeting until the time is right”

“Sit.” Amira sat slowly, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. She pulled her knees to her chest, staring at the reflection of the moon in the water. The scent of rose oil filled the air, warm and sweet, almost too soft for the cruelness of the place. She didn’t know how long she sat there. Long enough for the palace to fall into its strange, heavy quiet. Long enough for the drums outside to fade. And then she heard footsteps. Heavy. Certain. The door curtain shifted.

Not in my life did I ever feel like I would ever see her. Slowly the lady in front of me turns and my heart skips a beat. She has the most beautiful face I have ever seen and the crescent moon crown on her head confirms my suspicions. She is just like a pearl in the middle of the sky, a cloak of light and love at the same time. “Goddess Selene” her name rolls out of my mouth as I slowly begin to walk towards you. “You are a child after my own heart, Michelle” I hear her say to me as a gentle yet genuine smile appears on her face; “a child I have come to love more than even my own direct descendant”

Her sheer speed and agility left him and Zayn in awe, captivated by the extraordinary prowess of their remarkable mate. Amani headed straight for a cliff, sending Malakai into a panic. Her speed was dangerously fast, and he feared she might plummet over the edge. Desperately, he tried to reach her through their mind-link, but there was no connection. He watched in horror as she leaped into the void, her form soaring into the open sky. As she hung suspended in mid-air, she shifted back to her natural form, her arms outstretched like wings. Malakai was captivated by the breathtaking sight. As she began her descent, she elegantly crossed her legs and arms, preparing for the plunge.

The firelight flickered against her skin, casting shadows that danced like demons around her. Her globe sat on a pedestal in the center of the room, glowing faintly. Not bright, not clear. Just… warm. She could feel it. Damon’s mate has been born. Her globe has been glowing faintly for twenty-two years. And yet, the globe remained blank. No face. No name. Just the pulsing presence of a soul connected to Damon’s. Amaria snarled, slamming her hand against the pedestal. Her nails cracked the stone. “Where are you?” she hissed, eyes burning with rage.