The Legend Of The Moon Novels & Stories

the alpha replied with a fake frown. “I want to hear the story of the moon goddess, pretty please with a cherry on top.” “The moon goddess” he started his voice soft but full of weight. Lily listened with rapt attention. “is the goddess of justice, of those whose lives are cut short by betrayal or foul play on a full moon. She gives rebirth only on the night of the new moon when her light is hidden from the world.” Lily had always found his words comforting. It was the one story that always felt true. Her father had told her the Moon Goddess was a protector, but she was also just. She would bring back only the purest souls, those who had been wronged and taken too soon.

She says with a sigh, I look up at her and notice she's deep in thoughts. "Do you know the Prophesy of the moon?." She asks. Stories, folktales, legends and Prophesies, are somethings that weren't far from the lips of every werewolf, it is what reminded us of our traditions and how far the werewolves have come as mythical beings. I know about 5 different legends of the moon. "Which one exactly?." I ask her, my eye lids growing heavy already. "The one about the gift from the moon goddess herself, a silver wolf, her mate would find each other in time and their powers will save us all." Mom strongly believes in legends, just like her mom, although I think grandma is a tad worse.

“Your birthmark is not of normal origin.” I frowned. “How is it not normal?” “Because I placed it there.” That made me pause. I looked at her more closely now, taking in every detail, searching for something that explained her presence. “What are you?” I asked. She turned slightly, her gaze lifting toward the sky as the moon appeared above us, casting its light across the field. “To most, I am a legend. Some pray to me.” She looked back at me. “I am what many call the Moon Goddess.”

“It is the Mark of the Moon, Your Majesty. It is the symbol from the ancient prophecy that was forbidden to speak of. It’s the thing we fear most and thought was only a legend told to keep young beasts obedient.” I had to control my growing anger and fear of the unknown. I had to stay calm to get the exact answers I needed. “I thought it was only a legend too. We all did. Tell me the details of the legend now, tell me everything you know about this symbol and its origin.”

Frustrated with the loss of their future Luna as well as her little daughter, the wolves swear to the moon goddess that they will never reunite with the Celestial Kingdom and never do the mistake of trusting them again. But they were wise enough to not to start another war based on their usual impulsiveness and vengeful feelings. Because they knew the damage was done to both sides equally. Even so, the ones who caused this chaos was not gone unnoticed or forgotten by. It was true, that they didn't know who did that, but still they swore to the moon goddess to save their revenge for those who responsible for that. So they vowed to protect the lives of their next Luna and her twin children unt

I didn’t know why they got sad and I wanted to ask him, but then he said, “The legend of a white Moon warrior.” We were all surprised. Everyone knew the Legend of Azrael, the famous Moon Goddess warrior. “My mom used to tell me that story every night. She tried to tell me other stories, but I loved that one, so she would tell me of the great strength Azrael possessed and that being the first creation of the Moon Goddess herself made him and his warriors her personal protectors to live on this Earth among us all,” he said softly, smiling, lost in his memory from his childhood. “Do you guys remember when we would pretend like we were the great white warriors?” Damon asked Wyatt and Zen, and th

“Join us, please.” Darien, Lucas’s twin, joined them, too. They all slowly walked to where Myron and Raquel were, closely followed by Lena and Serg. Soon they were all listening intently to the stories… “It was the most amazing demonstration of love. They completed their mating ritual, and not long after, he felt himself changing. His eyes went wide as he felt that his worst fears would become a reality. He managed to tell his mate to run, but as brave and stubborn as she was, she refused…” Myron went on, telling one of the most famous tales of the pack, The Legend of the Moon.

Sam immediately noticed. Of course she did. “What did you find?” The question hung in the air. Froz looked toward the moon. Bright. Silver. Watching. Waiting. Then he looked back at her. His blue eyes unusually serious. “I found a legend.” Sam frowned. “A legend?” The Alpha nodded. “There are stories older than the territories.” Older than the territories? That alone sounded impossible. Froz continued. “Stories about wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess.” A chill ran through her.

"I've heard the name before." Every head turned toward him. Victor rarely spoke during meetings but when he did, wolves listened. The old warrior's face looked troubled. "Not since I was a pup." "What is it about?" Steve asked. Victor exhaled slowly. "It's a legend." The word sent unease through the room. "We were told stories about them." Chris frowned. "What stories?" Victor hesitated as though debating whether he should continue, then finally spoke. "The Moonborn Lunas were said to be blessed directly by the Moon Goddess."

Stella's thoughts run on the day they are still in the castle. It is true, the Priestess of the moon Sentinel are the guardians of the earth and water. Meaning Lynx and Lalaine are Stella's protector since the beginning of time. During the vocation and blessing, these two kingdoms ought to protect the moon priestess. One of the reasons why fertility and growth are connected to the moon. The water rises when the full moon and trees sparkle as the moonlight touches the leaves. Yet, they are not together just because the gods dictate them to be. Lynx was known for being a stubborn Prince. He goes against the wishes of the gods as he keeps saying his destiny will be determined by him alone, so h