Novel & Cerita The Last Daughter Of The Moon

“You’re saying their line didn't end with them.” “I’m saying the daughter of Darius and Selene,” Maelor whispered. “She is the Moon Titan’s legacy. She isn't just a girl you found in the wreckage; she is a dormant volcano. If she ever realizes the weight of the blood in her veins, she will be more than a match for any King.” Leo, standing by the door, let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with the sudden realization that the "Discarded Luna” was royalty of the highest order.

The first entry beneath my deity name had been written twenty-seven years ago. 'Lunaria came to me beneath a silver eclipse. She named our daughter Pandora so the child might walk among mortals. Before dawn, she whispered another name over her cradle. It was Polycaste, the Ninth Daughter, born with dominion over war.' I frowned. "He already told me this." Not everything. Father had revealed that Lunaria was the name of the Moon Goddess, and my mother, and that he was one of the Moon Goddess's mates. He had told me I was neither wholly wolf nor wholly divine.

She said something about not knowing that part of the park existed. We walked in silence as the light from the moon cast long shadows behind us from our frames. The moon goddess must be in a very good mood. The abandoned house was still there intact, looking more creepy and forlorn than it had first looked that night. The night Becca and I had first left Lupestone. I led Jenine into it through the door that was a hurricane away from falling from its hinges. Years ago, I had led ‘mother’ out of Lupestone through this goddess forsaken house. Several years later, I'm leading ‘daughter’ back into Lupestone through the same damn house. The irony.

she appealed to her softly, "don't be afraid. Everything will get better, I assure you. We must live this village before dawn. There are rumors of conspiracies surrounding you because of your skin color. The villagers are saying you are an evil child." Nwakaego looked down at her daughter's hand then back to her face which seemed to be embodied with the kindness of her words and demeanor. For a long moment she stared at the moon before she told her daughter to withdraw her hand from her waist. She frowned as she noticed something odd in the sky, feeling the pain which was within her, piercing and pricking at her soul. "He came to my room during a full moon," Nwakaego mumbled, softly consider

“It was today! It was supposed to be today! “It was Natalie! Months ago, she handed me a massive fortune and threatened my mate’s life to force me to alter the Luna’s medical records! She forced me to tell you that the Luna wasn’t due until next month! “She told me that if I didn’t comply or if any word leaked out, my own pup would pay with his life. “She even said Iris’s life was completely worthless—that the Alpha had grown tired of her long ago, and her death wouldn’t be a loss to anyone.”

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

Clara's screams echoed, the result of the ongoing battle between two inner beasts and the poison she had ingested. The substance ravaged her from within, consuming her slowly. If Clara were a mere mortal, she would have succumbed long ago. Gasping, Damian withdrew his hand from Clara's head, a mixture of pain and sorrow etched across his face. "Oh, no, Clara," he whispered, overwhelmed by the intense suffering his daughter endured. The pain she bore was too much for her fragile frame, and it would only intensify. The darkness crept closer, with just ten minutes remaining until 7 PM, the time when the full moon would rise.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I