Ruined Kingdom Moons Novels & Stories

Hades POV So we are all gathered at the meadow in front of the Royal Purple Crystal Moon Pack New Castle where the New Queen and Her Consort King Bryan Draco Allen will be moving into shortly My wife and I just left from over there where she was using her witches powers and decorating some of the castle and she plans on have Dee and Tyler and herself each take a floor and get it done before Dee pack members start arriving as well as the cottages in the villages and the store fronts and everything so it is ready and no one has to worry about out of pockets expenses because they are being relocated because of a mirage in power and that this will be the center of all supernatural beings that th

"PARTNERS FOR LIFE!" . . Matthew POV . . I was in my other warrior suit, a combination of red and black, Athenian in design. This morning was my wedding. Finally, she was now Riona Grey Moore. As per the kingdom's tradition, I would present her as the Queen Luna of the three kingdoms while the high priest would declare openly that I was their one and only Alpha King. The three kingdoms would emerge as one. There were no more Blue Moon, Dark Moon, and Crescent Moon Kingdoms. There would only be the Moon Howlers Kingdom, a tribute to the goddess of the moon who never forsaken us during our battles.

According to legend, Zombie Kingdom was the first kingdom created by the Moon Goddess and given to her eldest daughter, Mortava, to rule over. The level headed Mortava shaped the people to be much like her. Quiet, peaceful and scholarly. Their proximity to the Silver river, combined with land poorly suited for farming, made fishing the primary occupation of most of Zombie Kingdoms. Jokes were often made that, being the first kingdom, the Goddess had not yet perfected her land making craft.

Just their own, where they find their mate and live happily ever after. To the west of the Kingdom of the Moon is the Lunar Storm Pack. The pack occupies the Great Plains and desserts of the west. Their pack borders a vast desert where packs of rogues caravan. They largely mine silver and gold and herd sheep and goats. The cheese from this kingdom is divine; especially paired with their honey and date molasses.

"But we found the exact same wax seal on every message." ​I leaned down, studying the black impression stamped into the hardened wax. A black crescent moon, inverted and crossed by a blade. ​My jaw tightened. "Where have I seen this before?" ​Gideon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "In the royal archives. The restricted records concerning the fall of the old Moon Kingdom." ​A cold draft seemed to sweep through the room. ​The Moon Kingdom. Amara. The awakening seals. Tanya. The Eastern Kingdom.

“Don't listen to him.” “Then tell me the truth.” She looked at me and smiled. “I will.” “Now.” She hesitated. That hesitation hurt. “You promised me.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I know.” “Then tell me.” She took a breath. “The Moon Covenant was created because Aurelis was losing the war.” “What war?” I asked, looking curious. “The first war.” She whispered. “The one that destroyed the kingdom?” “No.” She shook her head. “The war before that.” My body weakened. “There were two?”

Yes, I was. I knew that appointing Ariella as my Luna Queen would cost me the Moon Orb. If I failed to acquire the Moon Orb, the Blood Moon would destroy the entire realm with drought and famine. It would take another ten years before the realm could be cleansed of such dark karmic energy. But by then, it would be too late. My father's followers, who were still lurking in the shadows, would seize the chaos as the perfect opportunity to oust me from my throne.

“You are telling your father. Before dawn.” “I’m not,” I said, voice sharp. “If you want to, then go ahead. But I won’t.” Kade’s jaw clenched. “I love you, Rhea. Don’t make me watch you throw yourself into ruin.” Mari slipped her hand into mine, her eyes steady. “Sometimes ruin is exactly what the Goddess wants,” she whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. That night, lying awake in my small room under the eaves, I stared out at the ridge where the chapel sat in the distance. My mark glowed faintly in the moonlight.

They weren’t myths; they were exiles and now they were back. Thorne’s urgent call cut through the silence. “Alpha… you need to see this.” We followed him to a small ravine twenty yards away. Blood painted the stones. Carved deep into the rock face with a single claw was a sigil: a full moon split vertically by a jagged line, the two halves bleeding into each other. Kael went pale. “What does it mean?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. His arms tightened around me, protective and terrified all at once.

The question clawed at my mind, but I didn’t have an answer. “Miss?” The woman’s voice pulled me back. She was kneeling by the broken tray, picking up pieces of shattered pottery. “You shouldn’t be out of bed. You’re still very weak.” “I…” My voice came out as a croak. “Where am I?” “Bloodmoon Castle,” she said gently. “You’re in the west wing. His Majesty brought you here himself.” He brought me here. Himself. My wolf stirred again, her voice stronger this time. *Safe. He’s safe.*