Ruined Kingdom Moons Novels & Stories

Klaus walked out of the room afterwards, and I was left alone to cry from the pains of rejection. It seems the moon goddess has abandoned me to suffer in abject rejection. My parents rejected me, and now my mate has rejected me. I wouldn’t stop trying, though he has rejected me. The mate bond is really string between us, and I can feel it. I could also sense that Klaus likes me, but I was only yearning for the deep love of Logan alone. As I remembered the much comfort my brother would have offered me, assuming he was around me, tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. I really miss him but I don’t know how I will get to him. I couldn’t even see him before they took me away.

I wailed bitterly as I remembered Reyna, I don't even know where she was or where her body was thrown into. It hurts so much, so much that I wish I could turn back the time and prevent this from happening. I still can't believe how everything would crumble in seconds. I heard footsteps in the room and I didn't look up, my face was buried in Sebastian's hands. "He's the Moon King! Why the hell will he lay this quiet until now?" I demanded as if whosoever was standing there knew the answer to my questions. "The Moon King can be weak at times, the moon goddess fails too. He would have never gotten to this stage if he never had a weakness but despite that, he fought till the end Heaven. A powerf

Then 299,999. Then 299,998. Moons were disappearing. Not fading. Vanishing. Like someone was erasing stars. “They’re not going to the sky,” Dara whispered. “They’re going into the ground.” Under the trees, small lights flickered in the soil. Like seeds. But wrong. Cold. Suri knelt. Dug. Found one. A moon seed. White and pink twisted together. But cracked down the middle. “They’re falling,” she said. “The forest is eating the moons.”

Then, without another word, it raised both hands toward the dying Blood Moon. The moon cracked. A massive piece broke away, falling toward the world like a burning crimson star. Orion looked up in pure horror. "If that reaches the earth... every kingdom will be destroyed." Killian's silver eyes narrowed. He looked at his family, then at the falling moon. The final battle had only just begun.

I walked down the central aisle toward the high obsidian throne at the front of the room—the seat reserved for the absolute ruler of the Ashmoor Kingdom. "You built your laws to protect your titles while the borderlands bled," I said, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling as I climbed the dais and turned to face them. "You traded in contraband, funded proxy wars, and treated human lives as disposable currency." I placed my hands on the arms of the throne, feeling the hum of the ancient structure beneath my palms. "The audit is over, Valen," I declared, my eyes locked on the trembling Chancellor. "From this moment forward, the high council is dissolved. Every estate, every treasury, and ev

The Moon had broken something open tonight. In me. In him. In the world. Blood soaked the cabin floor. Moonlight painted everything silver. I cradled his face in my hands, pressing my forehead to his. “I am not running again,” I whispered. Outside, the forest breathed once more. But it did not sound like a threat. It sounded like submission. And somewhere far from the cabin, a hunter stumbled into Council territory, carrying a message that would fracture kingdoms. The Moon had chosen. And the Sovereign had risen.

I jolted out of the vehicle in a screech of panic, diving in behind the driver for shelter. Considering the driver was a frail old man—it wasn’t a promising choice. The driver peered over his shoulder at me in surprise. “I’m so sorry, miss, but I can’t help you out of this situation. It is regrettable, it is, indeed.” “Are you sure we are at the right place?” I asked as the giant doors in front of the castle creaked open. “This looks like a vampire lair.” “Very sure, miss. This is Mooncrown Falls Preparatory.” Though told by the look on the driver’s face as an enormous figure approached us, he didn’t look too sure of himself.

She continued, "That it could not only corrupt a person connected to the one power but also corrupt the one power itself." "Wow." The girls gasped in awe and Vera grinned. "So why haven't we seen one before?" One of the girls asks. "My Uncle has everything." "Because Rosa," Vera smiled, patting her on the head, " it was really dangerous and hence, destroyed. Some say it was destroyed by Lord Lucian, Lord Tirion's Grandfather. Others say it was destroyed by Elena, the first moon goddess reborn." Her gaze trails to me and she smirks, "Speaking of the moon goddess reborn. I believe you all have heard of Amara, the new moon goddess reborn."

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