Ruined Kingdom Moons Novels & Stories

Hundreds of rogues filled the clearing before the Moon Palace, the impossible structure Aria had created still gleaming in the morning light. Garrett waited near the palace steps, Kira already beside him. I took my place next to them, forcing a smile. Raven stepped forward, raising his hands for silence. "Rogues of the Northern Timberlands," he began. "We stand here this morning in a place that didn't exist two days ago. A palace built by our queen's power. And now, it's time to formalize what we've built. To declare ourselves not just a camp of outcasts, but a kingdom."

Caitlyn’s POV The Moonborn Ruins were not what I expected. I had imagined crumbling stone walls, vines reclaiming ancient structures, a place long forgotten by time. But what lay before me was something else entirely. The ruins still stood, eerily intact, their stone foundations gleaming under the silver moonlight. The air hummed with power, charged with something ancient and restless, as if the past itself had been preserved here, waiting for someone to unravel its secrets.

said the crown . " They were talking about a prophecy , what was it about ?" asked Cynthia . " The prophecy states ... The moon princess has access to powers beyond one's imagination and can't be killed .However no one is immortal , you can only be killed by the only Demon left from the bloodline of your father as he is the strongest Demon in existence .You both are linked .Either he kills your or you kill him on the bloody moon day or you both die . If you both die the balance of nature would be disturbed and it could cause destruction in all the three worlds . Your magic won't work on him his magic won't work on him and his magic won't work on you . This is the way you could know who he is

It was all still here, buried beneath the moss and the silence. Daniel touched my arm. "We should keep moving." I nodded and followed. The sun was beginning to set when we reached the hill. Cassian stopped at the top and turned to face me. "There," he said. I looked. The palace stood in the distance, silhouetted against the fading light. It was broken. Crumbling. Parts of it had collapsed entirely. The walls were cracked, the towers leaning, the gates rusted shut. But it was still standing. Still waiting.

Murals half-burned still adorned some walls—images of moonlit courts, the Moon Goddess in her divine form, and a seventh figure whose face had been clawed out from every painting. “I don’t like this,” Mara muttered. “This feels like a trap.” “It is,” Elira said. “But it’s one we must walk into.” They followed the pull of the shard deep into the city’s heart—toward the ruined citadel once used by the Moon Court during their visits. The great doors of the citadel stood open, untouched by rot. Lightless. Waiting. Elira entered first. And the world shifted. --- The throne room was untouched. Polished marble gleamed beneath her boots. Chandeliers of crystal swayed overhead. No ruins, no ash, no b

Chapter Fifty-Two The Heart of the Moon No one spoke. The shattered ceiling above the palace had become a map of broken skies. The first rift continued to pulse over the throne room. Now four more had appeared beyond it, stretching across the heavens like jagged scars. Darkness seeped through each opening. Not enough to cover the world. Not yet. But enough to make everyone understand the truth. The Moon Kingdom was no longer the only target. The Primordial Darkness laughed as it drifted toward the largest rift.

The portal began to close. Slowly. Painfully. Its crimson eyes never left mine. "This is not over, Moon Child..." "The prison weakens..." "When I return..." "Even the moon will burn." With a final thunderous roar, the gateway sealed shut. The floating Sky Kingdom vanished behind the clouds. The stars slowly returned to the night sky. Silence settled over the Whispering Forest. James stared upward in disbelief. His perfect plan had failed. He slowly lowered his head and met my eyes. Instead of anger...

The courtyard filled with noise — wolves shouting, elders calling orders, rival Alphas barking commands to their warriors. But above all of it… Silence from the sky. Nyxara’s hands began to shake again. “I broke it,” she whispered. Kaelion looked up sharply. “You did not break it.” “I turned it off!” she snapped, panic rising. “The Moon is gone, Kaelion! The Moon is literally gone! That feels like something you’re allowed to blame me for!” Despite everything, his mouth twitched. “You did not turn it off,” he said firmly.

“Did you find anything?” “Jessica, it’s worse than we thought,” Luke replied, his voice low and urgent. “I’ve confirmed that there’s a faction planning to overthrow the king during the full moon festival in the spring. Just a few months away. They believe the king’s son is the ringleader. And rogue sightings have tripled but there have been no reports of attacks from any territory.” Jessica’s stomach dropped. The king’s son, a charismatic and ambitious young man, had always been a source of concern for her. “Are you sure? We can’t act on rumors alone.”

"So, I was saying that the King is not chosen randomly. According to the legend, packs were at war with each other for power, territory and resources. There was a lot of death and we needed to be united so the humans wouldn't find out about us. We needed an Alpha who could guide all the packs. An Alpha of Alphas. A King. Given this need, the Moon Goddess chose an Alpha who had been trying to bring peace from the beginning. Alpha Michael was not very powerful. His pack was not very large and consisted of about fifty wolves. Although he was not powerful, he was respected by the other Alphas for his nobility of spirit. The Moon Goddess marked him as King by placing a crown-shaped spot on his wo