Secret Starlight Moonlight Novels & Stories

But bands of light led by Selene's Ascendant power stopped it and kept it in check. The master then sent out a huge wave of energy that was hard to see. The ground shook very hard, rocks and trees broke, and it looked like the air was on fire. The heartbeat was making me feel weak, and I could tell it was ending. As I took a deep breath, my whole body shook and my chest hurt, but my drive was stronger than my fear. I was going to the Moon. My name was Silver Heart. I was the Rising Star. But even after the attack stopped, I heard a dark voice in my head that said there was a "secret power within the true master" that neither the pulse nor my Ascendant skills had shown me.

Moonlight and Fire The wind whispered through the tall silver trees of Kallistar, brushing the silk curtains like a secret. In the guest chambers of the Celestine Palace, shadows danced across the walls—soft and wild, like hearts in flight. Seraphina stood by the open window, her silvery-blonde hair catching the moonlight. She wore a flowing sheer robe, embroidered with stars. Her fingers trembled slightly on the windowsill. She had fought wars with magic and pride, but nothing had prepared her for the storm inside her tonight.

"Firstborn of the Sky Woman, Sel, patron of the Seluitah tribe, conceals itself within the moon and envelops our world in the light it reaps from the sun. This it does to protect the world from the powers of the Darkness." Lyda nodded her head in affirmation. That was exactly how Iris described the Light Twin, even by name. She turned the parchment over and resumed her smearing routine. This side of the page appeared similar to other. The invisible passage was revealed and a name was written at the top of the page. This one Lyda had never heard before, and she could not help but whisper aloud as she read it. "SIKAR." The gust of wind suddenly swept through the spring again, but this time, it

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

Then her phone buzzed. She looked down. A text from an unknown number. You shouldn't have touched it. She typed back: Who is this? The response came in less than three seconds. Someone who knows what you are. The lights flickered. Luan looked up. The fluorescents buzzed, dimmed, then blazed back to full strength. The clock on the wall read 5:51 AM. Her phone buzzed again. The moon is in eighteen days. You need to be ready.

Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest. I stood there, invisible. They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united. And I? I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow. Not a single glance. Not a word. So I left. I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years. "Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy." Lies. Empty promises. Now, I’d go alone. But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

The first time my mate had seen me. “I’m Damon Thorn,” I said, keeping my voice low and smooth. A lie of composure. “You must be Aria Moonstone.” Her name was a taste in my mouth. Dangerous. Addictive. “Have we… met before?” she asked. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her everything. That she was born of fire and moonlight, and I’d waited through lifetimes for her return. That her soul was etched against mine before she ever drew breath.

On the night of the full moon, Dennis embraced Mary from behind, and the two of them stood by the window, looking up at the sky. He gently kissed Mary's earlobe and then kissed her cheek affectionately. Mary looked up at the moon, her hands holding her stomach. She prayed that the medicine would help her keep Dennis and the family that she loved so much. She tilted her head and rubbed her hair against Dennis's cheek and whispered, "I love you." Dennis smiled and said, "I love you too."

The light pulsed in time with my heart, spreading through my veins like liquid moonlight. "It’s silver," Richard whispered. He reached out to touch it, then drew his hand back as if burned. "Joshua, the mark is silver." I looked up. The skylight above the hall was usually dark by this hour. The sky had turned white. A blinding, iridescent sheet of ivory light covered the stars. There were no clouds. No moon. Just the sky, burning. "The Lunar Heiress," an old woman in the back row screamed. She fell to her knees, her forehead hitting the stone. "The prophecy! The True Heir has been marked!"