Reaper Of Drifting Moon Novels & Stories

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

--- The Collapse of Light The Living Moons flickered wildly. One by one, their songs began to falter. On distant worlds, mortals fell to their knees as their inner glow dimmed. The sound of their hearts slowed, as though time itself were being strangled. Seren felt it too. The rhythm inside her began to falter, replaced by a hollow ache. “I can’t feel the pulse,” she gasped. Lunara’s voice broke through the stillness. “Then be the pulse. You are the Moon’s echo, Seren. Remember!”

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.

At this moment, as they watched the glowing female receive the flower crown of maturity on her head, every unmated male present ardently prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them the true mate of the beautiful female. After all, in both appearance and status, no she-wolf in the Setting Dawn Pack could compete with Selena Dimitri. Not paying heed to the burning stares on her figure, the young female received her flower crown, raised her head towards the moon, and howled. “Awhooo!” Selena Dimitri went on all fours and slammed onto the ground. Her expression filled with pain as she visibly convulsed and twisted on the stone floor, blood following in the trail of her scraping nails.

Silas’s expression sharpened, his gaze locked on her. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t choose an heir through politics or bloodline alone. She marks them—a pattern like no other, etched into the skin, glowing only beneath the light of a full moon. It cannot be faked. It cannot be denied.” Celeste looked down at her hands, her voice trembling. “I carry those markings.”

All my life, the only thing I thought of vampires was that those creatures had no soul, which I still believe might be a massive possibility since they’re undead, but there are a few things that still worry me. Vampires are blood-thirsty creatures and as much as I want, I could hate them all, I can’t hate the one meant for me. This man needs the blood to survive and if Kieran claims he’s not the bad guy, I’ll do my best to accept him the way he is. Even the wolf inside me has feelings for him. There has to be a reason why the Moon Goddess allowed Adrian to toss me away and gave me Octavius. Perhaps what I deemed to be the worst heartache one could feel was nothing but an obstacle I had to ov

"They know you're mine now, Elara. Which means they'll keep coming. And I will keep killing them." His eyes flashed gold. "Until they learn."

As she stepped onto the festival grounds, her breath caught. All around her, the clearing was alive with vibrant colors and decorations. Strands of lights draped between trees, their warm golden glow illuminating the space like starlight caught in branches. The air was thick with the spicy-sweet scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and fresh pine resin, and soft drumming pulsed in the distance, the beat low and primal, echoing through her chest like a heartbeat. Every sound, every movement seemed to fall into rhythm with the beat, as if the Blood-Moon itself was alive and calling to them.

Only the Moon Goddess knows how many phones I've had to buy for her, she thought with a flicker of annoyance. She opened the message. It was a picture. Her eyes widened in horror. It was a symbol, carved deep into stone. A twisted crescent moon crossed with a dagger. Reaper's Guild. Those damn professional assassins. Her fingers flew across the screen with a terse reply to Lyra: That's a Reaper's Guild mark. They're Elite Rogue kidnappers, quite expensive and they leave no loose ends. If they left that, they wanted it seen. Be careful, Lyra. They knew you were coming.

Dmitri asked in stutter with his eyes wide open as he stared at the glowing water in front of them. Romero immediately mind-linked her wife and passed on the message of their discovery to the enchantress. “What would that supposed to mean?” Calliope asked the enchantress but Inessa was still staring at the moon. “Calliope…” she called out before turning to looked at the anxious woman behind her. “I think the moon goddess had descended,” she uttered with her eyes glowing softly. In Bulan, Agatha opened her eyes and turned to her daughter who was waiting for her to say something.