Salt Goddess Novelas e Histórias

KATNISS “Did you really think an Alpha would reject his fated mate for love?” The words sliced through the heavy, suffocating silence of my private chambers. I froze, my hand stopping mid-air as I was unpinning the heavy silver Luna headpiece from my dark hair. I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Standing near the shadow of the balcony doors wasn't my husband. It was her. Selene Nightvale. She looked devastatingly beautiful, dripping in emerald silk that clung to her curves, her eyes gleaming with a malicious, terrifying triumph.

She had, in her own charming way, called me poor in twelve different languages. "What if Joanne sees us?" The thought leapt out of me before I could stop it, my gaze shooting toward the main door. Gina, however, remained entirely unbothered, her fingers drifting lazily through the hanging garments. "Don't give her a second thought. As far as she knows, I'm still at school — and knowing her, she's busy fussing over her little kitty party group, reciting verses from the Silver Moon." The Silver Moon — the ancient scripture said to hold the sacred chronicles of Selene. It struck me as oddly surprising that Joanne, with her rigid bearing and severe manner, would count herself among the goddess's

Lucien teased, I stared down at the beautiful mark on her neck. “Mine” I whispered, she turned smiling at me like she heard what I said. After breakfast, we all sat down drafting out invitations to send to our ally packs, I wanted Selene to be known by everyone as my Luna. “We have to invite Argatha,” I heard her say. I lifted my brows in confusion “Who is Argatha?” I asked. “She is the old woman who housed me when I was on my journey to find my identity. The most interesting part is that she knows me and my mother too” She said, her doey eyes glowing.

Her body was clad in pure white robes and a silver crescent moon shaped headdress adorned her hair, symbolic of her power, but the most remarkable feature about her was the pair of pure white wings extending from her back that appeared not to be made of feathers but of pure light. “Selene…” the words came out of my lips in an almost inaudible whisper, but Clay’s arm tightened around me as we face the Moon Goddess herself. Everyone seemed to be stunned into silence before they fell to their knees in worship, chanting words in a language I couldn’t name. Even Alpha Malachi bowed his head as he fell on his knees in front of her. Clay and I were the only ones standing.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

My head turns to see a women standing by the door, her long straight black hair and pale skin standing out against the beige behind her as she sends a smile my way. “You are Geminie Starlite, Daughter of Maverick Starlite - Alpha of the Norther Snow - and Lisandra - our current Moon Goddess.” … “Let me get this straight.” I start, running my fingers through my greasy hair and cringing at the feel of my locks. I am in desperate need of a shower but with my mind racing a million thoughts, I need to sort out the information I had just learnt first.

Where divine choirs used to rise, now chains clinked, and the scent of burning grace hung heavy in the air. At the heart of this fractured realm sat Luna, the Moon Goddess, her silver hair cascading like a river of frost, eyes gleaming with cold light. Her throne a monument of moonstone and shadow, veins of silver light running through its surface like frozen lightning. Where the Creator’s seat had once burned with the golden warmth of creation, Luna’s gleamed with pale perfection, beautiful, yet utterly cold, its radiance hollow of life.

Sonya slowly made her way to where the mood goddess was standing. “Yes, moon goddess I am.” Sonya stated. Selene then took a dagger off her waist and made a slit on her forearm and Sonya’s. She held them together and said “I, Selene the moon goddess, do bestow the power for my goddess pendant to you Sonya Myers soon-to-be-Turner, to be its protector and in doing so be able to use the power from the pendant, when necessary, in the course of that protection. Do you accept Sonya Myers?”

She called me poor in twelve different languages. “What if Maria sees us?” My eyes darted to the main door, worry gnawing at me. Regina, however, seemed nonchalant as she continued perusing her extensive wardrobe. “Don’t worry about her. She thinks I’m at school right now, and she’s likely entertaining her little kitty party group, going through verses of Silver Moon.” The Silver Moon was the ancient scripture that had stored the chronicles of Selene. I was somewhat surprised to learn that Maria was a devotee of the Goddess Selene, given her rather rigid demeanor.