The Eye Of The Moon Plan Novels & Stories

Sat back on his heels. "I'm a werewolf, Elara." I laughed. Couldn't help it. The sound was hysterical. Wrong. "Werewolves don't exist." "You just watched me kill three men with my bare hands." "That doesn't mean…" "Look at me." I looked. His eyes flashed gold. Just for a second. Just long enough to prove I wasn't insane. The laugh died in my throat. "Oh God."

"You’re bleeding, Malakai. Your eyes—they aren't yours." "They're better." Malakai looked at her, and for a second, the violet voids in his eyes smoothed over into a shimmering, holographic surface. "The moon isn't an enemy. It’s a lighthouse. We were just too busy biting each other's throats to see the shore."

The sky was no longer blue. As the trio drifted on the wreckage of the Abyssal Gate, the atmosphere began to bruise—a deep, sickly purple that signaled the collapse of the planet’s magnetic shielding. But it was the Moon that commanded the horizon. The pale, familiar orb was bleeding. A massive, geometric rift had opened across the Sea of Tranquility, revealing a core of glowing red machinery. The Architects weren't just using the Moon as a base; the Moon was a weapon. A planetary-scale engine designed to act as a celestial hammer.

Jolene's eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the sights, her curiosity piqued by the mysteries that lie waiting to be discovered. Together, they explore the moon's vast expanse, each step bringing them closer to uncovering its secrets. With Theo by her side and the Earth Goddess as their guide, Jolene embraces the adventure that awaits, eager to immerse herself in this new and enchanting world. As Jolene gazes upon the mystical landscape of the fantasy moon, she is enraptured by its ethereal beauty. The moon's surface glows with a soft, silver light that seems to emanate from within, casting long, shimmering shadows that dance across the terrain.

Undoubtedly her. The forest was being dark with each step Moon took ahead. Moonlight was barely reaching the treetops. The floor was dark. But nothing mattered. My mate, my Viviana was here. Miracle was here. Moon’s eyes glowed more. The yellow in them was shining. He was a Moon-wolf. His eyes were the sun.

If we can jam the moon, we can save the Seeds. ​Thorne nodded, his expression shifting from exhaustion to a grim, focused determination. We worked in silence for the next two hours, hauling the massive telescope up through the Sky Whale’s auxiliary hatch. ​The image snapped into focus. ​The moon’s surface was a nightmare of silver wire and ivory bone. It looked like the Hub, but refined to a terrifying degree. I could see massive, triangular structures rising from the craters, their peaks glowing with the same matte black energy as the Clean Up ships. They were arranged in a perfect hexagonal grid, a planetary-scale antenna designed to transmit the Great Dissonance.

The power in her was released soon after they completed the mating process. “That is why she is called the eye of the gods child, she can see everything the gods want her to see with that eye, both the past and the future. Our pack is blessed my children, the Moon Goddess has blessed us with an incredibly powerful Luna.” But Sandra could not help but feel like a freak.

It felt oddly fitting since he was a son of the New Moon Pack. But the thing that caught my eye and helped me disconnect from all of this for a moment was the full moon panel. The brightness hadn’t faded. The stars that seemed to twinkle around it hadn’t vanished. But there was now a blue moon, as full and as bright as the first moon, moving into the panel and casting a soft blue light over me. They hung in the painted sky like two eyes looking down at me. Were the eyes of the Moon Goddess? What was I meant to do now?

The shard's radiance burst, devouring all in its path. And one idea raged in my head as the mayhem engulfed the world around me. The Moon's Eye was a weapon as well as a source of power. It wasn't only me who knew how to utilize it, either.

He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand. "You came for a prize," I whispered, standing over him. "You found a judge." I reached down and placed a single hand on his forehead. I didn't kill him. I did something much more permanent. I burned the mandate of the Moonveil into his mind. I showed him the future—a world where the Ashmoor throne was the anchor of the peace, and where the Blood Moon pack was either a servant or a memory. I pulled back. Kael gasped, his eyes clearing, replaced by a look of absolute, hollowed-out submission.