The Moon Bathed Deep Quest Novels & Stories

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

It was already dark as they feel the warm air touches their skin, they can see the view of the ocean from the balcony. “Wow. I don’t know where we are but this place is amazing,” Niffa said as her eyes sparkled in amusement. The moon and the stars’ light reflected on the ocean as it sparkled. “This is Mt. Sadeste and this place is safe. Thanks to Merfoy who helps us,” Rico said as he look up at the moon shining so bright and clear. “Niffa, do you know that my mother is the moon keeper because of her blue flame?”

She went into the kitchen, ignoring her mother and uncle who were in some sort of heated argument. Those two were always arguing about something. They stopped talking and stared at her with wide eyes, as she went straight to the cupboard and pulled out her pearl globe. A gift she had gotten from her grandma on her fifteenth birthday. “Where are you going?” Her mother asked, following her out of the kitchen. “I have a fucking werewolf to find” She responded, and snapped around when her mum held her arm to stop her. “Don’t even try to stop me momma.”

Christos led the trio around the corner at the end of the corridor into an underground aqueduct. It was used as a way to bring goods in and out without being seen. Christos went to the row of boats and began untying all of them. He pushed all but one of them out into the flowing water and motioned for Amaris and Lyle to get into the last one. It was a gondola. There were not many of these to be found here since the island was so small and there were no canals for them to be used in. Christos moved to the back of the narrow boat and grabbed the forcola and began to propel the tiny boat in the direction of the mouth of the tunnel. The opening was opaque and it was impossible to see where they

Titan came to me and rested his snout against mine while I felt Celeste’s hand smoothing over my fur, and Amethyst followed and scooted her head on my neck. I had no idea how long we’d remained in this position, but my heart was overwhelmed with happiness. My whole family was with me in our wolf forms, and the full moon was our witness. The only thing I was missing was Mom and Dad, but I knew they were watching over us from the moon. 'Can we run with them?' I asked Lucas. 'Yes, we’ll head into Moon Stone territory. We’ll stay the night there.' 'Oh! Lucas!' I couldn’t explain the happiness within me.

All I knew was to run away. My running stopped as soon as I reached a lake. I have no clue where this lake was or how far I had come but I knew I was still in the pack land. I could sense the borders pull just some meters away from where I stood. Glad that it was a full moon night, I collapsed by the lake's bank that imitated the role of a mirror. The clear water of the lake reflected the round moon like an acrylic painting on a huge irregular shaped canvas. One word; breathtaking. Though I didn't intend to ruin the pretty picture, my throat was absolutely parched. Tongue lapping at the water in desperation, I slowly slid myself in the water to calm the aching of my muscles.

“Ask correctly.” My mark flared hot. The runes on the floor hummed like they were listening. I swallowed hard and forced the words out. “Reveal.” The bone door opened wider. Light—copper-white rune light—spilled out of the darkness, and for one brutal second I saw it clearly: A vast chamber beyond, lined with moon-silver hooks and floating bowls of black water. Chains crisscrossed like a web. The air inside looked colder than death. And in the center—

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

It was as if she was meant to be by his side. She did not know how to explain it better than that. But she knew that she was not here for anything else than begging the guy for mercy. “Thank you all for being here tonight. The moon festival is a time for joy and celebration. It’s a time to give thanks and adoration to the Moon goddess. It is a time for those who don’t have mates to find their partners. It is a time for the light of the moon to wash us clean from our sins and make us new again. Tonight, we celebrate! Tonight, we become one as a pack! Tonight, we live!” He exclaimed, and everyone cheered at the top of their lungs.

Intricately carved wooden panels, featuring motifs of vines and heraldic symbols, frame the mirrors and lend an aristocratic charm to the surroundings. As I immersed myself in the warm water of the bath, I could not escape the weight of Liam's gaze or the unspoken expectations that lingered in the castle's corridors. The ripples in the water mirrored the tumult within me, and I submerged myself, as if seeking refuge beneath the surface. "May the goddess of the moon guide me and illuminate the path forward," I whisper, the words escaping my lips like a silent prayer. The soft resonance of the invocation lingers in the air, a plea for guidance in the face of the unknown.