Reaper Of Drifting Moon Novels & Stories

“Go, dear. Before it's too late. You have to live. You are the only one who must survive. The Moon Goddess spared you for a reason.” I grabbed their bodies at the same time, holding their weakening bodies. “I can't leave you, not now.” But at that moment, my moonlink trembled violently, like the last wave of a dying ocean. Draven exhaled deeply. His body slumped and he opened his eyes one last time, staring at me without blinking. “Rhea, run now!” The moonlink between us finally snapped. As if a thin thread pulled too hard had finally broken. Dyana choked on a small sob and soon followed her husband in death. Neither of them moved anymore.

Chapter 30 — Aria's POV My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I tried to explain the vision. “The moon,” I started, swallowing hard. “It was blood-red. But not like a normal lunar eclipse. This was… different. Wrong. Like someone had painted the sky with actual blood.” Kane was pacing, wolf energy crackling around him like static electricity. I wanted to reach for him, to calm him down, but I could barely keep myself together. “Azrael wasn't alone,” I forced the words out, feeling my throat tighten. “There was an army of rogue wolves and hunters. Dozens of them.”

And I wanted only one thing - that this terrible path in the night would end faster, because I didn’t have the strength to see thin bare legs with small white fingers, a pointed profile, a lifeless face and small curls that fell off around a disfigured wax forehead . After some time, the gloomy pines parted, revealing to the travelers a steeply descending ravine, overgrown along the edge with dense shrubs. The trees were noisy. Torn clouds rushed across the sky, now hiding, then again exposing the flawed moon, and it seemed as if the frozen thicket, inhabited by trembling shadows, lived a terrible ghostly life. “Here,” Ichthor said at last, and turned to Tamir, who was firmly holding the mou

She tried to free herself but could not. A low chuckle echoed through the shadows. “Welcome home, my Moon-blessed Queen,” Draven’s voice hissed. “Let’s see how divine you truly are when the Moon cannot hear your cries.” Aria lifted her head, silver eyes blazing even through the pain. “You’ll never win,” she whispered. “Because the Moon always rises….even after the darkest night.” Draven’s smirk widened. “We’ll see.” The torchlight flickered out, leaving only silence and the faint pulse of Aria’s heartbeat echoing in the void.

He heard the old man grumble as he went back to the kitchen to get Tarrin the chocolate milk in new cup. Once the old butler brought him the to go cup, they said their goodbyes. Walking out into the chilly night air, Tarrin took a deep breath and looked up towards the moon. It wouldn’t be long and the soft hay colored glow would be in full circle while he was locked up for the night. He felt a twinge of longing to see the moon when it was full, Tarrin couldn't remember what it looked like, even if he caught a glimpse after the wolf came out, he still forgets by morning.

~KIERAN I never thought I could ever feel this way. I stood at my room balcony and was staring at nothing in return. I didn't even know what to say to myself. I guess I was just too foolish. How could I have let her go on this journey alone, knowing she hadn't seen her family in years? I took a deep breath even though I never felt at ease. I just kept staring at the sky wondering what could be the next step to take. "Moon goddess I need you right now. There is no more perfect moment to help me. I need you here and now" I muttered as I kept staring at nothing in particular.

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

I took a good look at the girl that seemed like she was holding onto Darrel for dear life. Wait, is that a Smirk I see on her face? Anger washes all over me and I give Darrel a look. “Explain.” I said simply, my hands folded. Because I had no idea, no iota of understanding as to why Darrel would want to throw away 5 years of our relationship down the drain. “She’s my fated mate.” He said simply and my heart dropped. “Excuse me?” I asked and he shrugged. “Not that I asked for it, but the moon goddess send me another Mate. And she is going to be Luna.” He said and I gripped the door handle for support.

“You must bind your new self. Bleed it into the earth. If the Moon has chosen you, she must accept you.” Elira took the blade without flinching. She drew it across her palm—clean and precise. The blood that spilled was not red. It shimmered silver. The earth drank it eagerly. And the grove answered. --- A beam of moonlight split the sky—thick, physical, like a pillar descending from the heavens. It struck the circle’s center, sending a wave of heat outward. The Revenants hissed and backed away. Within the light, a figure formed.

Through the Tree’s translucent walls, she saw the golden sickle on its way back—not harvesting, but fleeing. A storm of hundreds of black ships—the same ones from June’s dreams—swarmed the golden blade, ripping it apart like a pack of wolves. “If the Reapers are hunted,” June asked, her voice shaking, “then what kind of monster is coming next?”