The Moon's Daughter Novels & Stories

All he wanted was power, and he doesn't care if that means he has to kill his own daughter. Verena could only sob in her arms as she buried her face in them. This has to be the most cruel joke that the universe could have given her. All this time, she has thought that she is the chosen one. The one who could end it all, someone who is deserving of a very great title, 'daughter of the moon,' when in fact she's the daughter of that monster

A scroll tied with silver ribbon. I untied the ribbon with trembling fingers and unrolled the parchment. The writing was in an old-fashioned script, but I could read it clearly. *Miriam Silvermoon, daughter of Elena Silvermoon and Marcus Silvermoon, born under the blood moon of the autumn equinox. Marked by the Moon Goddess as The Moon's Last Voice, keeper of the ancient magics, guardian of the balance between light and dark.* My mother. The scroll was talking about my mother. I read on, my heart pounding harder with each line, but as the truth sank in, something inside me cracked.

“I am not what you think I am. I am not weak. I am not a witch. I am the daughter of the Moon, and the bond between us has awakened what was lost to your kind for centuries. You feel it—you all feel it.” A hush rippled through the crowd. Many averted their eyes, shamed by the truth she spoke. Others bristled, unwilling to accept her claim. Luna’s laugh was sharp, brittle, echoing across the lake like broken glass. “Daughter of the Moon? Do you hear her lies? She dresses her poison in pretty words, and you swallow it like milk. She will destroy you! And when she does, don’t come crawling to me for salvation.” Selene’s light flickered brighter, silver tendrils dancing in the air around her. Th

His powers are as vast as the universe itself, his command over earth and sky unmatched by any other. Next is their daughter, Luna, whose beauty and grace are matched only by her strength and courage. As the moon goddess in training, she wields the power of the night, commanding the tides and illuminating the darkness with her radiant light. Her presence is a beacon of hope for all who look upon her, her kindness and compassion touching the hearts of those around her.

The fifth daughter of the Moon, whose whereabouts have remained a mystery for so long, may finally be restored to her rightful position. "Seraphim, when I did that," Aren begins speaking, "I discovered where my curse is rooted. Furthermore, my Senior Archon revealed that the daughter of the Moon resides within Lúa, the wolf. It appears she wields a far greater power than the human Gil, who remains oblivious to all regarding her true nature." The Greater Archon acknowledges that extracting the moon daughter from within Gil will pose a formidable challenge, but his resolve and newfound knowledge imbue him with the strength to undertake this crucial task.

My dad continues. “The Daughter of the moon-goddess found out that she was the mate to a werewolf. She abandoned the life she had known as a goddess’s daughter and became the wolf’s mate and wife. The moon-goddess had given them her blessings but told them she would remove her daughter’s powers. They didn’t care, as long they had each other. But something went wrong. And 3 out of their 5 children had some powers of healing. And with that, the bloodline with the moon goddess’s blood and power didn’t die.”

“Where am I?” I wondered aloud. “In the chasm,” a female voice replied. “It is the realm between life and death.” The woman appeared in front of me. Even in the pitch-black darkness, I could see her clearly. She was divinely gorgeous with platinum blonde hair and turquoise eyes. “Who are you?” “I am Lunaria, daughter of the Moon Goddess,” she replied. “I have never heard of you before. I never knew the Moon Goddess had a daughter.”

They don't have any preference but to trust this human. David Apsyrtus turned his body so he faced her, He grasped both of her hands. "Each lake in the Moonland has unique properties. I discern them when I touch the water. While I know now who you are, it will not be easy for you. I think you are her daughter, you are the offspring of the last Moon Goddess,the one who will bring an end to this war, besides he also had the ability of fire like you." David clarified. His words were kindness, a concern that was so quick that for her, it was natural. This vigilance was a part of who he was and that was, if she was honest, the most attractive feature she had seen for quite some time.

And as I watched my daughter rest peacefully in her father’s arms — radiant, powerful, unaware — I understood a terrible truth with bone-deep clarity: The moon had chosen. And sooner or later, the world would come to claim the one the Moon itself had touched.

I reach up to touch the poppy sitting behind my ear when Hayley walks in. “You actually came” she clasps her hands together in joy, her tall lean body barely covered by the tiny black dress that hugs every curve of her body barely leaving anything to the imagination. I nod, not entirely sure whether I could believe anything she was about to tell me, but right now I was out of options as apparently I am the daughter of the Moon Goddess. I finger the poppy sitting behind my ear trying to remember the list of questions I had “So you are part Fae, the same kind that tried to eat me?”