The Moon's Daughter Novels & Stories

“You’re saying their line didn't end with them.” “I’m saying the daughter of Darius and Selene,” Maelor whispered. “She is the Moon Titan’s legacy. She isn't just a girl you found in the wreckage; she is a dormant volcano. If she ever realizes the weight of the blood in her veins, she will be more than a match for any King.” Leo, standing by the door, let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with the sudden realization that the "Discarded Luna” was royalty of the highest order.

“Or maybe this is exactly what the Moon wanted. Perhaps that’s why they want you dead.” Her eyes were open and she was staring at me. "What are you talking about?" “There are tales of a Luna who was born powerful. She’s known as the Moon’s daughter.” Recognition flickered across her face. "That’s what the message was.” "Yes," I confirmed. “And I suspect you may be more important than either of us understood.” Before either of us could say anything else, the sound of hurried footsteps came rushing down the hall. A scout rushed through the door.

Out of that light stepped a massive white wolf—tall as a mountain, her coat woven from moonlight itself, her eyes gentle as a spring lake. She lowered her head to me. Then she shifted, and a silver-haired woman stood before me. Moonlight rippled around her. She was too beautiful to be mortal. "My child." Her voice was like moonlight falling on fresh snow. I stared at her, speechless. "You are..." "I am the Moon Goddess," she said, reaching out to touch my cheek. "And you, Wren, are my daughter." My mind went blank. "You were born with the most powerful wolf-soul in existence. Too powerful—it would have consumed a child's spirit. I couldn't bear to see you lose yourself to that power, to beco

Her dark curls were twisted up with a pencil, and her brown eyes lifted when I entered, reading my face in an instant. “Gia? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tight over my apron. “Not a ghost. Elena’s daughter. She’s here. Sitting in booth seven wearing the moon locket.” Mara’s pen froze mid-stroke. “Baby Nina? Sweet Moon… you’re sure?”

The other part was the real basement which was below the ground. Dara’s room window opened to the garden which was at the back of the house. It was a big garden. Cold wind blew and the moon looked beautiful than anything. She put her ear phones on and played hers and Wade’s favorite song. She sang softly with the song and watched the moon as it shined. “O for I can’t help falling in love with you!” she sang. After the song finished, she thought to go to her bed and get some sleep as she was feeling tired and sleepy now.

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.”

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am. Every night, when the moon rises high in the sky, I take a moment to thank the moon goddess for the gift of my family. Selene, with her bright smile and curious nature, always finds a way to make me laugh. She has this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Kingdom, on the other hand, is my little protector. He has a kind heart and a strong spirit, always looking out for his sister and me. Together, they make my world complete.

The voice that had come out of nowhere, soft and gentle like the breeze. “Mum?” I squinted as a figure appeared. “No. Not your mother,” she had replied. I had seen her at that moment—long hair, flowing gown, a halo over her head and a moon wand in her hand. “Are you…” I stuttered. “The Moon Goddess. Yes,” she had smiled. My breath had caught in my throat. I thought she was a myth. Just a being wolves believed in. “I am real.” Dang. She could hear my thoughts.

I turned to the second page and my breath caught. Rhea had found a reference in a temple archive dating back over six hundred years. A single passage written in Old Wolf script that had been translated by a scholar in the neutral territories. The Daughters of the Moon. Born once every few generations through a bloodline blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. They carry Her light within their blood. When awakened their power transcends the boundaries between wolf and Lycan. They are neither. They are both. They are what came before the division. I read the passage three times.