Reaper Of The Drifting Moon Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“That… wasn’t part of any plan.” Grey reached for his weapon. “Mira…” But she was already running toward the sound. Through the trees. Over roots. Down the slope. Until she reached the clearing at the edge of the old burial site. And saw her. A girl. Barefoot. Shivering. Eyes glowing silver. She looked up at Mira and whispered one word. “Mother?” End of Chapter Sixteen …………………. The Blood Moon is rising ahead of schedule. Mira is out of time and now a child with her eyes and her scent stands in the dark, calling her mother. But how can that be… unless her future has already begun unraveling into the present?

Dravin's POV I sank into a chair, closing my eyes, but sleep was far from me. My mind raced with a thousand scenarios, each darker than the last. Every thought ended with her—my Elora—gone, lost to me forever. Just then, a sudden blinding light forced my eyes open, and the world shifted around me. I was no longer in my tent. Only one being could have done this: that damned Moon Goddess. "My son," her flattering voice erupted. "When are you going to start regarding me with some respect?"

crying out in pain. Em reached back to touch whatever had made her fall. But when she felt what was in the floor .: her heart stopped. A body. “Oh god .. oh god ..” she said. Turning to try and stand again .. she found that she was at a wall. A glass wall. And when she raised her eyes she could see it was a window. Some light was filtering through. But something was blocking most of it. It was the moon .. a full moon. The moonlight was coming in through the window and making the room lighter.

Chapter 81 *** I didn't know how long I had slept nor did I want to know but all I knew was that the heavy downpour was still on. Opening my eyes slowly I looked around and stood up from my bed only to see Romeo staring at me. What is the name of the moon goddess that was happening? How was Romeo here? I could not help but curse slightly under my breath staring at Romeo who was in my front. Didn't he just head to the human world some hours ago with Chad? Could it be that he was back? Or What in the name of the moon goddess could be happening?

I was not initially planning on writing a book 2 for High Moon but from all the request for a second book and the feedback from the first and how people have grown to love the characters i feel inspired so heres a little snip of what is to come......... Teaser for book 2 coming mid 2023 Chapter One Titan

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"

It was a journey to reclaim Liora’s soul from the dark shadows of the past. END OF CHAPTER 139

Apphia's body begins to glow with the light of the lunar halo. I hold my mate tighter in my arms, but I can feel her body slipping through my grasp towards the Moon halo. "No!" I beg. "No, please!" I scream as her body floats towards the moon's halo, becoming fully one with it. The moon halo ascends to the sky again, leaving a bright light in its wake that dims. I howl in pain. END OF PART ONE (1)

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of New Moon Academy. The castle-like estate loomed majestically, its turrets piercing the clouds, while ivy clung to the stone walls like a protective embrace. Charlie Hale stood at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today marked a new beginning, a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin