The Moon Bathed Deep Quest Novels & Stories

The box lay open if the bed, empty. —————— Darkness enveloped her. Rhea found herself standing in a vast chamber without light. The air was thick and humming, and the only sound was her own heartbeat echoing from endless black walls. Then a voice spoke. A man’s voice deep, resonant and cruelly amused. “You have come, little shadow.” Rhea dropped to her knees instantly, bowing her head. “My lord,” she whispered. “The Moon Goddess has descended to earth. She walked in mortal flesh as a maid named Desa.”

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

Baba continued, cutting through the tension like a blade, “I’ll do my part by dawn. I have rituals to prepare and components to gather. Your part, however, will be going to the caves.” I blinked, trying to shift my brain from my failing relationship back to the mission. “The caves? What’s in the caves?” “There is a pool,” she explained, gesturing vaguely toward the back of the dwelling where the mountain rose sharply. “The pool has a direct view of the moon through a natural chimney in the rock. The light hits the water perfectly at the zenith. It provides enough time to talk and well Soren needs to be inside it when the moon is at it's peak.”

The same symbol on my wrist. I stared at it, my breath caught in my throat. The same curves. The same strange, twisting lines. It was old. Ancient, even. But there was no mistaking it. And beneath it, written in my mother's hand, a single word. Remember. I traced the word with my fingertip. Remember what? I didn't understand. There was nothing else on the page. No explanation. No context. Just the symbol and that one word, buried at the back of a journal my mother had kept before she died.

It was the woman Kyle was with earlier. Pain surrounded my heart, only adding to the anger I already felt. "I may be a rogue, but I'm more than capable of taking down your scrawny ass any day," I growl. Or maybe it was Celeste. it could've been both of us, but right now I just wanted to fight. I didn't care who it was, but she was the perfect target. "You might not want to do that, Luna," on of the cooks advise. "She's the old Beta's daughter. She's highly trained to kill!" A smirk crawls across my face and there's a flash of fear in Sam's.

The night bled into dawn, streaks of silver light cutting through the trees as the storm finally began to ease. The forest dripped with the remnants of rain, mist curling along the earth like restless spirits. Aria knelt at the ancient Moonstone shrine, her palms pressed flat against the cracked surface. Her breath came in shallow bursts — both from exhaustion and urgency. The Moonstone pulsed faintly under her touch, responding to the faint flicker of power within her. “Goddess,” she whispered, “if ever you hear me — let truth rise from shadow.”

Curiosity got the better of us, and we ventured down the stone pathway, our steps guided by the warm glow. To our astonishment, we discovered a hidden waterfall cascading into a crystal-clear pond surrounded by lush foliage. The moon's reflection danced on the water's surface, casting a shimmering spell upon the scene. It felt like stepping into a secret paradise, as if we had stumbled upon an enchanted realm. Jax turned to me, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "I think we should go for a little swim under the moon, what do you think?" he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.