Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There is no need to be thankful; I was the one who caged you. I sighed while reading the draught that she had left for me. I prayed to the Moon Goddess to fulfill her life with happiness just like mine and thanked her at the same time for making sense to Jasmine. I couldn’t imagine if she would have kept me in that bloody cage for years, like a criminal in jail. I didn’t check the attachment because it might have taken a couple of hours to study it, and I also had to talk with Moana before morning because Hope would stick with her like glue and I wouldn’t get the chance again.

Not yet. But something close. The storm inside them both found release in the tangle of limbs and whispered names. And when their bond flared, surging like an invisible flame, Kael stilled. He felt it. So did she. Something deep. Something final. Something that couldn't be undone. Later... The room was quiet now. Moonlight dripped through the window, soft and silver. Kael sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, hunched forward, his hands tangled in his hair.

I need to get serious and stop obsessing about Killan’s mouth, his hands, the way he calls me Sunshine with that rough drawl that makes my knees weak. Tomorrow is the full moon: the night I’ll shift for the first time. And honestly? I’m terrified.

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, silver light pouring through the skylight of my attic ritual room. I had prepared everything carefully. Salt circle. Candles burning with sacred herbs. The ancient grimoire open on the wooden altar. Tonight I would bind a powerful shifter as my familiar. The price? My body, given willingly under the moon’s power.

It didn't mean anything. The house was dark and quiet, but I couldn't bring myself to go inside. I felt trapped. Worse, a strange, bubbling restlessness was brewing deep within my blood. I looked up at the sky. A massive, luminous full moon hung overhead, casting a silver, ethereal glow over the forest. Because I was an unbonded, unmated wolf who hadn’t been claimed or consummated, the full moon didn't just bring the urge to shift—it brought a primal, agonizing wave of heat. A sudden, frantic pull struck me so hard my knees buckled.

We had escaped that wretched tomb of shadows and ancient decay, cutting through the remnants of his dark shifters like a blade through silk, but the victory tasted like ash. Now, we stood on the highest crest of the Whispering Hilltop, far above the glittering, predatory expanse of Moonveil City. The world below looked small, a canvas of golden streetlights and false promises, but the sky above us was massive, suffocating, and entirely wrong. The moon hung heavy in the velvet atmosphere, a swollen orb weeping a dull, charcoal crimson tint that stained the surrounding clouds. It was an unnatural omen, a visual manifestation of the emotional turmoil tearing my chest into ragged pieces.

Her breath shook against my throat. “Hold me,” she whispered. I did. I held her like the world was trying to fall apart around us...and maybe it was. We were warriors. We were lovers. We were a hinge made of fragile promises and stubborn strength. And above us… The moon split open like a wound. The night did not end. It opened. And something waited on the other side.

--- ### The Quiet After the Storm The salt flat was silent. The purple moon was fading. The "Threads" of the world were settling, turning from glowing lines into solid, real things. The "Unwritten" army—the thousands of Omegas and shifters—were standing on the edge of the flat, watching us. Rowan turned to me. His armor dissolved, leaving him in his torn, violet hoodie. He looked human. He looked tired. "Is it over?" I asked. Rowan looked at the horizon. The sun was rising. It wasn't a gold sun. It wasn't a bronze sun.

She’s not the only one that can tease. “I found it!” she anointed after a few minutes of page-turning. I set the book down, keeping a finger on the page I’d been on, giving her my full attention. “So there is a way for her to be unbound. What will you require?” I asked. This was at least progress. “Well, for starters, I have to have another full moon to draw from.” she sighed. It made sense. We shift for the first time on a full moon. So to unbind a wolf, they’d need the full moon for that initial shift.

I let them flow, twisting into something new, deadly, and beautiful. I take several slow steps forward to meet the rogue before speeding up and bouncing off the tips of my claws, sailing over its head, shifting in mid flight and stretching my human fingers toward the moon at the center of the orrery. The rogue snarls, its jaws nearly snapping closed around my ankle, but it misses. I scream in determination, stretching my fingers, hurtling through the air so swiftly that the ground beneath me blurs. The second my fingers brush the decaying, chipping surface of the moon, light erupts in sprays of silver and violet, and I’m swept away.