Novel & Cerita The Last Daughter Of The Moon

he was the man who had chosen to bring the truth to light. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For not giving up on her. Or on me.” He stepped forward then, laying one strong hand on my shoulder. “Your mother’s strength lives in you, Tessa. Her bloodline was never meant to be silenced. You are the last daughter of Vael.” His voice deepened, reverent. “And you are the Moon’s will made flesh.” As the moon rose higher, casting pale silver across our faces, something inside me shifted.

At its center was a pool of silver liquid, swirling gently. Roland stepped forward and cut his palm, letting a single drop of blood fall into the pool. The silver flashed—and images exploded upward. A woman cloaked in stars. A wolf the size of a carriage. A baby, wrapped in red silk, marked with a crescent moon on her back. Raven gasped. “That’s her,” she whispered. “That’s my mother.” “The records call her Selene,” Roland said. “She was the last daughter of the Moon Line. Hunted by the Shadow King. Betrayed by her own blood.”

I watched her. This woman, my mate, the Luna, the last White Wolf, daughter of the Moon Goddess. The very complication I’d tried to dismiss upon her arrival at Ravenwood, now stood in a villa overlooking the ocean, absorbing the most shattering news with a clarity and grace I was certain I’d never possess.

She dipped a claw into it, murmuring in a language Mira didn’t understand. “What do you want from me?” Mira rasped. The creature turned slowly. “To awaken what’s sleeping inside you.” Mira shook her head. “I’m not—” “You are,” she hissed. “You’re the last daughter of the Silver Vein. The last born under a full eclipse. You carry the dormant blood of the Moonborn.” Mira stared at her, trying to remember anything from her childhood that could explain this. But it was all pain. Orphanage. Shadow. Silence.

“Four scouts dead. One captured. They left a message.” He held out a scrap of bloodied parchment. Damon snatched it and read aloud: “The Daughter of the Moon belongs to us. Surrender her by the next full moon—or your blood will soak the soil.” Selene’s blood ran cold. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her world tilted beneath her feet. “They know,” she whispered. “They know exactly who I am.” “We’ll kill every last one of them before they touch a hair on your head,” Damon snarled, tossing the parchment into the fire. Flames licked and devoured the message, but its threat still lingered.

And the way was to terminate him. "Moma, who is he?" Moon goddess heard her daughter sweet voice, Luna. She was a beautiful girl, one with a kind heart and an adorable personality. She had come to the age of marriage and moon goddess was looking for a suitable wolf for her to be married with. Moon goddess turned to her daughter only to find her staring at the Deus through the crystal ball. There was raw emotion in her eyes that puzzled Moon goddess. Her daughter seemed to be smitten by the heartless Lycan.

“I was ten. But now I understand it and I am happy that I had a mom like you, even if you sent me to earth to secure your creations. I don’t care. I am happy that I have you, mom, that I will always have you.” The Moon Goddess sucks in a breath and she reaches out for her daughter, her only child and Estella walks into her embrace with open arms as they saviour their last moment with each other. “Can you do something for me, mom?” “Anything, my love.” The Moon Goddess’s hands moves to her daughter’s face as they detach themselves from each other. Estella’s heart warms as she feels her mother’s soft lips on her forehead, awaiting her final request. “When I become as Minerva… when you do this,

I look at them both when Xena steps forward and lowers her head to me. “What about Mia?” My beast is pacing and growling, not liking this uncertainty. “She is the last daughter of the Dark Moon. Her father and grandmother are both dead.”

"You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?" Her eyes dropped to the folder against my ribs. Her pupils spiked. "Mother," my voice shook. Rain dripped onto the Persian carpet. "I have the labs. I want..." Father set down his silver cigar cutter. Slow. Deliberate. Mother's nails dug into my arm, dragging me toward the shadows. "Not tonight," she hissed. "Read the room, Gemma. This is Bianca's night. Don't you dare ruin it." I froze. "Enough." Father's voice cut from the head table.

Liam repeated his question, his eyes were desperately searching hers. “Do you hope for a no?” She smiled widely and it looked harmless till she kept her lips straight. “Sorry, but yes. I am the daughter of Victor and the next Luna of the rogue pack so back off!” She hissed at him. Liam placed his head on Moon’s dirty bonnet, he was sorry. He was sorry he failed to see through her hidden pains and protect her from the daughter of the devil. He still had his hands pressed against her ears. “I won’t be as foolish as you fighting for the position of a leader in the rogue pack of Victor.”