Rhiannon Book Novels & Stories

Plain stone borders containing a patch of green, Rhiannon's family had elected not to seed her resting place with flowering plants that would die over winter. A simple Celtic cross was chiselled into the headstone, and the dates and words that were never enough to express the loss the living had suffered. Daughter. Sister. Light of our lives. So poignant. I wondered how Rhiannon was, in her healing sleep Above. I wondered how long she'd be there. I knelt down, straightened the vase and the fresh Arum lilies... "What are you doing?" Her tone cracked like a whip. I froze. Shit.

Jake heard her say as if she was reading his mind. “Mr. Mooney, the Moon Goddess would like a word with you, if you don’t mind.” Felan told him holding out her hand. Jake staring with wide eyes slowly took Felan’s hand. His eyes instantly glazed over as a bright light appeared. “Hi Jake, I am Rhiannon.” Said a beautiful woman wearing a purplish-blue dress that flowed down just pasted her knees. Her hair was mostly red with traces of blonde. Her right eye was a dark blue, but her left eye was a dark purple with a hint of red in it. “Hello Moon Goddess Rhiannon. It is very nice to meet you.” Jake said as he bowed his head and his knee.

I attempted to choose my next words to Julia wisely, not wanting to piss her off more than she was, "We just wish that she would have been told the truth from the beginning. This would all be so much easier .... " "What do you know about the truth? Besides, life isn't meant to be easy," Julia quickly retorted with a raised brow. The old witch and I quietly glared at each other as the sensual scent of magnolia and sandalwood became stronger. "Ready?" Rhiannon asked as she quickly walked past me, wearing a simple gray T-shirt, blue jeans, a pair of boots ..... and her shotgun hanging over her shoulder by its sling. Amar quickly left Julia's side and followed Rhiannon out the front door, but be

Her bony, dried hands with long, dirty nails were clutching a book with a white cover, and she was extending it toward Rhiannon. "Oh my God!" Rhiannon held her breath. Was everyone out to give her a heart attack this night or what? In a few seconds, she had recovered and was now staring at the book the seeress was holding, "What's that?" She inquired "Something you'll definitely need for your Journey," The Seeress answered. Skeptically, Rhiannon reached out and gripped the other side of the book. Spontaneously, a weird, familiar shock zapped through her body like a mini thunderbolt had just hit her. Between her fingers, the book pulsed softly.

“I’m not hungry. If it’s okay with you, I just want to go to my room and take a shower… Maybe rest a little.” Paxton nodded slowly and she left the living room. A few seconds after she closed the door, Rhiannon removed her phone from her purse and attached it to a set of external speakers. She needed something to numb her brain, to soothe her in some way. Soon, the suite was flooded with pulsating rock. ****

Rhiannon was her middle name and Colleen was her mother's surname which she had answered all her life before she got married to Glen Robertson and had to answer his name on papers. But in her documents from school and college she had always answered her mother's surname. She didn't really go by her ex husband's surname because since she married him, she hadn't ever worked at all. And he had been the one providing all her needs so there really wasn't much opportunities to answer the name, except on papers. Loki momentarily forgot her pain as she wondered how this exquisite and expensive looking bracelet got into her bag. Her curoisity was at its peak as she examined its details carefully. Sud

**Rhiannon** After getting home last night, I didn’t bother having dinner but just took a shower and ended up in bed, putting my phone on plane mode. I just wanted to be alone. Most mates accept their mates regardless of what they might be. I prayed to the moon goddess that no matter who he was or wherever he was, he would accept me. I woke up first thing in the morning, as always the second person to wake up in the house after Dad, who usually goes for his morning runs.

But my buddy Jerry had insisted that Capricorn was for real, so I decided to take my chances. I had assumed that I would choose a blonde for my purpose, but a photo of a woman with dark shoulder-length hair caught my attention, and I impulsively clicked on "Rhiannon." The confirmation that appeared on my screen assured me that Rhiannon would contact me within twenty-four hours to arrange our meeting. Next I was prompted for my credit card information. Once the card number and expiration date had been verified, the screen went dark and I was suddenly kicked out of the site.

But there are eyes on us, and the guys are off somewhere, talking to their aunt or something, and it’s just me and Rhiannon. So I take a deep breath and shake her off me. “What do you need, Rhiannon?” “Oh, it’s not about me,” she says, smiling, but there’s something wrong with the smile. Like there’s a sadness in it, even though it doesn’t reach her eyes. “What do you mean?" “I know the truth about you and Raymond’s brothers,” she says.

The account she'd been writing since the wedding, finished now, complete. The title was: Crescent Moon: A History. The dedication page: For the twenty-seven, who paid the cost. And for Rhiannon Ashwood Nightshade, who decided to survive. I looked at Rhiannon. She was holding herself still in the way she did when something had landed somewhere she protected. She took the book from me. Held it. The room was quiet. Then Thorne said: "About time," and everyone laughed, and the morning became itself, warm and ordinary and full of people who had chosen the same thing together for twenty years.