Reaper Of Drifting Moon Novels & Stories

The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around. My mind races. This can’t be real. I was Lira, a rejected mate, a failed she-wolf. How am I now this? The realization hits me like a thunderclap. I’ve been reborn. The Moon Goddess didn’t let me die. She gave me a second chance. But this time, I’m not weak. This time, I’m powerful. I’m Nora Moonblood, the Luna of the most feared pack, and mother to three pups. My hand drops to my belly instinctively, but the swell is gone. My heart twists. The life I carried, the pup I couldn’t protect—gone.

“I don’t believe that.” “You don’t have to believe it,” the doppelgänger whispered, circling her like a predator. “You feel it. Don’t you? The anger. The fear. The power. It’s been growing inside you since the day you were born. You think you’re the last Moonborn by accident? You were crafted for this.” Emily backed away, shaking. “I’m not a weapon.” “You’re a reaper, Emily. And every reaper eventually learns to stop running.”

Then maybe Newtown wouldn't have been the cage the dove was unknowingly flying back into where the starving tiger had been asleep for years and was about to wake up even more hungry than he was before. "And like the moon, she had a side of her so dark. that even the stars couldn't shine on it. She even had a side of her so cold that even the sun couldn't burn it"

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

I cry, and my face is wet. The moon pulls stronger. Darius puts out his hand. "Come," is all he says. I put my foot up. When my toes touch the silver line— It gets dark outside. Everything stops. Outside. The wind. Sweetheart. Someone or something else comes down. It's heavy, colder, and bigger than you can imagine. Draven's voice drops to a whisper as he feels scared and amazed. "Moon of the Guardian..." The sky is in shadow. And I can hear an old voice that is neither male nor female in my bones.

The storm raged on behind them, crimson lightning crawling across the clouds as they made their way toward Draven’s estate — the only sanctuary left standing between the world and the god that refused to die. And above, the moon bled deeper — as if watching, waiting, for the next war to begin. The doors of Draven’s estate burst open with a gust of rain-soaked wind. Kael crossed the threshold carrying Rhea in his arms, her body limp but breathing, her skin pale as moonlight. Blood and ash streaked her hair, her pulse faint beneath his trembling fingers. The old nurse — a gray-haired woman named Mira, who had once tended to Kael’s wounds after battle — rushed forward, gasping. “Lay her down he

Calli exhaled sharply and rolled her shoulders letting her black wings unfurl as she headed toward the fray. "Guess I better join too!" Faelon chuckled and shrugged off his suit jacket. His black wings were magnificent as he followed after his granddaughter. Sasha rushed up to me looking concerned. "What's going on?" I inquired as I kissed the top of her blonde head. Shaking her head she sighed, "The Moon Goddess is still insisting that the reaper is our daughter's mate because she supposedly doesn't have a wolf and Justin told her to fuck off causing his nephew to shift and retaliate."

Beside me, Reika was gripping her fork so tightly, her knuckles were white, her hand trembled with restrained rage. Finally, she snapped. "Since no one is willing to address the issue at hand," Reika suddenly said, "then I will." We all looked at her. "The Blood Moon is tomorrow," she said, her voice steady but laced with fury. "And not only is Dante missing, but his mate, my daughter, was also hurt. Do we know what to expect?" Odessa and Raymond remained quiet. "Well?" Reika pushed. Finally, Odessa spoke. "After dinner, we'll visit the temple of the Moon Goddess. You'll get to see your daughter."

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.