The Cast Of Cobra Kai Moon Novels & Stories

Yesran rubbed her face roughly, she ran down and out. “Everything is for my safety. But in the end, it was my mother who was hurt," Yesran whispered as she looked up at the sky, which was still dripping with rain. Not so long ago, Yesran looked down again, she stared ahead with a sharp gaze, squeezing the paper in her hand furiously. “You said I was your child, Moon Goddess. Then show me the evidence, don't hurt my mother, don't let my mother get hurt by anybody." Then Yesran ran against the rain. "I will save you mother, until then please stay safe."

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.

Reed made a thin, broken sound. Cassia started to cry again, quietly, like an animal that has learned noise gets nothing. Marla said nothing at all. Greta exhaled like a finally-won point. “Moon likes her balance,” she murmured. Kade’s voice went ceremonial-soft. “You heard your Luna.” Lillieth’s lashes fluttered. She didn’t contradict it. Draven’s eyes flared—there and gone—but he didn’t correct a single syllable. “Lux,” Kade said. “By her order: water.”

She was spreading her abilities out and zapping each enemy wolf of their energy. I slowly stand, as does Jaxon and Kit. “Up, take them down!” I roar out through the pack link, ordering our warriors to take them down; their fight was gone…they could barely stand. The Moon Goddess has shown them this night who she sides with, who is in the wrong. As soon as Kaia’s eyes return back to bright blue, I break out into a run towards her. Kit reaches for his mate; Kaia passes Josie gently into his arms. His nose instantly nuzzles into

"But I don't care what he thinks anymore. He's not my family. Not really. You and Kael—that's my family now." Tears stung my eyes. "Yeah?" "Yeah." She smiled. "So don't screw it up by letting some ancient artifact turn you evil, okay?" "I'll do my best." "Good enough." That evening, the Moonstone warriors arrived. Fifty powerful fighters, all armed and ready. They set up camp on the eastern edge of our territory. I went with Kael and Garrett to greet their Alpha, a woman named Cairn. She was tall, muscular, with grey-streaked hair and sharp green eyes.

“I didn’t know—your scent—it’s—” She fled before I could ask what she meant. That night, I overheard guards talking. “The prophecy—” “—she fits the signs—” “—unmaking the Alpha—” Sleep dragged me under. The Moon Goddess came. She stood wreathed in silver light, beautiful and terrible, her voice echoing like it came from everywhere and nowhere. You resist what was given. “I didn’t ask for it,” I said. You were made for it. Fear clawed at my chest. “For what?”

Their eyes dart away whenever it threatens to meet with the eyes of their neighbor, their attention focused on the entrance of the den instead and palpable fear festering beneath the surface. Every warrior, elder and even children not yet old enough to understand the happenings of the night are drawn to the den not from curiosity, but from the heaviness of the moon pressing against their ribs like a warning, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. “Something is wrong with the moon," one of the members mutters under their breath. One look at his silvery black robe and his long white hair indicates that he is a member of the Moon Council. “Is it the moon though?" one of his colleagues

Reyes, dark and quiet, who managed the security rotation and had the particular posture of a man who had stopped being surprised by anything some years ago. Holst, younger, who deferred to Reyes in all things and was therefore safe to dismiss as a primary concern. The two women in the east wing whose names I hadn't caught yet but who moved with easy confidence. Cade, Lucien's Beta, who watched me like a doctor watches a patient whose chart hasn't come back yet not unkind, not warm, just careful. And Sable.

she rolled her eyes. “No, Becca. You're not going to disrespect the Luna. I can't let the wrath of the moon goddess come upon you.” I said, placing my finger on her lips. “Then send her away and make me the Luna,” she blurted. “Becca,” I started but she cut me off. “You mean to say Briana,” she said as she suddenly turned me over, sitting on top of me. “Enough of the Luna talk, it's time to claim me,” she said, pulling her gown to reveal her breast, which practically spilled out of the top of her bra.