The Last Daughter Of The Moon Novels & Stories

“Where am I?” I wondered aloud. “In the chasm,” a female voice replied. “It is the realm between life and death.” The woman appeared in front of me. Even in the pitch-black darkness, I could see her clearly. She was divinely gorgeous with platinum blonde hair and turquoise eyes. “Who are you?” “I am Lunaria, daughter of the Moon Goddess,” she replied. “I have never heard of you before. I never knew the Moon Goddess had a daughter.”

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

“I watched her take down more than fifteen of our strongest Lycans all by herself Dad. She is a ticking time bomb and I did the best thing I thought I could use to please you – winning her over to our side, for you dad. To help you win your war, our war, to get the kingdom we want for our future.” Ghost walked up to Rhea where she was and caressed her head lightly. “My daughter. I know you have me at heart. I trust you the most in the world. You are the last blood I’ve got left in the world and no one else. I know you would never fail me when I need you, but sometimes, you might act based on your feelings and fail to do what is right, and this is one of such times. Layla Damon is useless to

I began to translate the ancient words, my voice getting quieter with each line. "When the moon bleeds silver and the pack rules bend, the Last Daughter shall rise. Born of lost blood, mated to three as one, she will hold the power to unite the scattered children of the moon or watch them burn in the fires of their own making." Thorne looked at the page like it might bite him. "What does that mean? Forgotten blood?" "It means Aisla isn't just an omega, Thorne. She's Moonblood." The color drained from his face.

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

The figure became more brittle, more hollow, and I couldn’t help but glance up at the sky, at the red moon, the same one that was said to be the source of the Moonbane family’s power—and its curse. My mother was fighting it. I could see her struggling to hold the darkness around her, to control the shadows that wrapped around her like a second skin, trying to smother the flowers that sprouted from within her. But no matter how hard she fought, the gaps continued to widen, letting more of the moon’s cursed light spill into the reality around us. And deep down, I knew. I could feel it in my bones.

All he wanted was power, and he doesn't care if that means he has to kill his own daughter. Verena could only sob in her arms as she buried her face in them. This has to be the most cruel joke that the universe could have given her. All this time, she has thought that she is the chosen one. The one who could end it all, someone who is deserving of a very great title, 'daughter of the moon,' when in fact she's the daughter of that monster

she let go of me. "Athena." she was trying to climb up the table to get a better look of the moon. The last moon she will be able to witness. I let out a sad sigh. I picked her up as we both enjoyed the view outside the window. "Such a beautiful moon dad." I tried to cherish the last moment with my daughter. The moon in the night sky lit the vast mountains of fields and forests outside. The stars shone dimly as the moonlight enveloped the brightness they emanate.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

“Her life will feel like hell. The only way to prevent that is to hide her presence.” The only thing that could prevent this riot was to hide the birth of this child from the world. Melia felt her heart squeeze, she dropped tears. "The one born during a lunar eclipse," Percy said. He kissed the forehead of his newborn daughter. "A girl who has a birthmark in the shape of a moon between her heart and her heart." "Yesran ..." Percy said the name of her daughter. “Yesran is that child, Melia.” Melia nodded weakly. She continued her husband's words. “The child in the prophecy, the woman was chosen by the Moon Goddess as a special person. A reinforcer, a healer, as well as a woman who will give b