Shadow Moon American Gods Novels & Stories

“Be fast to think and slow to react,” Steffon growled. I hardened my hold over his chest until he sat back. I listened as she spoke, her voice soft but steady in the dim light of the old chamber. My heart beat heavy in my chest. Lephone took my hands in hers and began to explain the only way left for us. "There is one path the old gods forbade," she said. "The Shadow Offering. You would have to offer your shadow to the gods. It is the physical manifestation of your demonic nature."

"The shamans will use the shadow extraction array to pull the White Wolf essence directly out of your soul. We will channel it into this crystal. Once I drink the raw, concentrated light of your core, the shadow magic in my veins will become permanent. I will no longer be an Alpha. I will become a God." "You're a monster," Amora hissed, her eyes watering as the chanting grew louder. The purple vines suddenly shot upward, embedding themselves directly into her shoulders. Amora let out a blood-curdling scream of pure agony as the extraction process began. A brilliant, snow-white light began to leak from her skin, rising in thin, beautiful ribbons toward the hollow obsidian crystal above. But a

He'll protect me. So I close my eyes and breathe in and out. My body slowly relaxes. The shaman starts humming, his grip on my hand tightening. “A very dark power. It's shading the moon red…” His voice is almost a whisper. “Do you see a man?” I hear Jaxon's voice. “I see a shadow,” the shaman replies. “I see… blood soaking the moon.” I want to open my eyes, but I have to keep them closed. I don't want to interrupt whatever's going on. But then, when he whispers, “I see…” “Kaar,”

The air seemed to pulse again, her power pressing on him like invisible weight. Finally, he whispered, “The Shadowbound is the goddess’s fallen twin… banished beneath the Moon’s reflection. Theodore seeks to summon her during the eclipse. He wants her strength — to consume the light itself.” The silence that followed was deafening. Christen’s hand tightened around his sword hilt. “And when is the eclipse?” Lythan lowered his head. “Three nights from now.” Liora’s heart hammered. Three nights. Only three. Alpha Dean turned sharply to Christen. “We’ll need every warrior prepared. Double the border guards. Inform the council.”

He slowly pulls his hoodie away from his face, revealing his blonde hair and his bright smile as he looks down on Mark’s crumbled form on the pavement, “tsk tsk tsk who would have thought that the famous rogue would be such a weakling?” A woman with pixie hair slowly steps out of the shadow of the alley. She throws a disgusted look at her male companion before speaking, “if I didn’t put a spell on that thing of yours, you’ll be long dead. I wouldn’t be so quick to celebrate just yet. There is a reason why only our Lord dares to hunt him, when others don’t.” She, then, leisurely kneels beside Mark’s comatose figure and speaks, “He might be reckless, but he is far from weak.”

I almost had access to the altar, and Aria would have broken emotionally, making it easier for me to manipulate her. But the little wonder healer had decided to finally let Selene in and be her Vessel. I had to take drastic measures now; if Aria and Noah sealed their mate bond, then I wouldn't be able to complete the Union. I would have to use my last resort. I cut my hand with a silver blade, wincing as the metal burned my skin, and placed my bloodied hand upon the altar. "Shadow, Forgotten Moon, God of the Eclipse," I called out, "hear the words of your High Priest and grant me an audience with your voice."

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Alexander, Tyler, and Jake followed suit, their expressions solemn. We stood in a circle, our hands joined over the bowl, and I began the oath. "I, Sophia, Luna of the Shadow City, pledge on behalf of the werewolves that we will never harm humans. If we break this covenant, I willingly offer my soul to the Moon Goddess." One by one, Alexander, Tyler, and Jake repeated the oath, their voices steady and resolute. The room seemed to hold its breath as the binding words filled the air, sealing our commitment to peace with the weight of centuries of conflict behind them.

I bring up all the information I have on the Moonshadow pack through my glasses, reading as quickly as I can. If there is a motive, it’s not here. He wasn’t even targeted by Aurora’s father or Jaden for that to be a reason. But this is with the gods. Could there be something else? I look through their pack history to check if they have any allegiance to Selene, our Moon Goddess. They do, plenty in fact. Surely Uriel would be on our side. For some reason, this cuts deeper than if it was Silas who was behind it. It’s almost expected of him but Uriel …