The Secret Of Moonacre 2 Novels & Stories

"Why is everyone looking like this?" Finn, still in my arms, tugged at my collar, pulling back to look at me. "Mommy, look," he whispered, pointing at the book Theo was holding. "That’s the broken wing I saw. The day I saw things from the water in the garden.” My heart skipped a beat. I gently set Finn down and went ahead to collect the book Theo was holding. I looked down at the page he left open in between his fingers. It was an old record of Northern myths and mercenary guilds. On the open page was the sketch of a single, snapped wing. Hunters of the Silver Moon.

“I’m surviving.” Aaron smirked faintly, but there was no humor in it. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luna.” “I’ve been playing dangerous games since the day I met both of you,” I shot back. “Now either help me or get out of my way.” For a moment, none of us spoke. The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the faint scent of rain and blood. Then Aaron exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “There’s an ancient shrine,” he said at last. “North of the forest. The last place where the Moon’s power touched the earth. If you want answers, that’s where you’ll find them.”

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

Ryder lights a torch he brought along, and the flickering light only makes the shadows seem more alive. “This place gives me the creeps,” Ryder mutters, his voice low but still carrying in the silence. “Join the club,” I mumble, clutching Trix’s hand tighter. We move stealthily, our footsteps barely making a sound against the uneven ground. And then we see it. The Moon’s Tears. It’s tucked away in a small alcove at the end of the tunnel, glowing faintly like it has its own source of light. The sight of it makes my breath catch.

My question seemed to have stunned her for a while before she burst out laughing. “Under attack? Who dares to attack the imperial city? Not the dragon king, not the Lycan king, not the fae emperor, not the humans, no one dares to do such a thing like rousing the sleeping beast. Besides, how will they go through the tiers of guards and soldiers stationed at every of the emperor's territories? There are more than twenty one guard stations from the mountain pass that leads to the Royal moon pack, the immortal heaven's court is even more protected. No one dares to attack the Royal moon pack, talk more of the immortal heaven's court and the imperial city.”

But despite the challenges, their determination never wavered. Finally, after a long and perilous journey, they stumbled upon a hidden glade bathed in the silvery light of the moon. In the center of the glade stood a majestic oak tree, its branches reaching toward the heavens. Nestled within its gnarled roots lay the Moonstone, pulsating with an otherworldly glow. With trembling hands, Gabriel lifted the Moonstone, its power coursing through him. He turned to Alexander, his eyes filled with hope, and with a gentle touch, he placed the amulet around his friend's neck.

"She knows too much now. Send the cleansers to her sanctuary. No witnesses." I cut the link, my hands shaking. "We need to go. Now." "Where?" Finn asked, shouldering his own pack. "To find Amara Kings," I said. "Before it's too late." We fled through the secret tunnel that led up to the forest behind my house. The night air was heavy with power, making it hard to breathe. In the distance, I could see weird lights flickering over Silver Lake. "The Blood Moon," Finn whispered, pointing to the sky where the moon hung low and red.

“What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?” While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued, “We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision this time too risky?” Lyra slowly turned the cup in her hand and replied calmly, “Aunt Meala, the Blood Moon territory contains numerous moonstone mines. I’ve heard they have so much that they even use it to decorate their walls.” Meala frowned slightly. A moment of silence stretched between the two women.

Unable to bear the sight, I had turned and ran into the forest, shifting into a white wolf and howling in anguish alone at the mountaintop. I couldn’t understand why the Moon Goddess hadn’t heard my prayers. Zoey’s mother had stolen my father, and now Zoey had stolen my Aidan! I did hate Zoey, but I could never use deceitful or dirty tricks to steal Aidan for myself. *** I drove to my father James’s house. The house was eerily quiet, and I guessed he was probably in his study. As I reached the study door and was about to knock, I overheard Zoey and my father talking.

"No! I won't be used. You can't manipulate me, again!" Echo suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Unfortunately for you Aria, my dear, it's too late." Everyone got even more confused, as Echo revealed another secret. "Tessa is the one who would unlock the shackles that holds moon city because she holds the ancestral key." Tessa's heart skipped for a slight second. "What does that even mean?" Echo smiled mischievously. "Tessa isn't just an ordinary werewolf." Echo's exposition changed the atmosphere in the entire cave.