Traces Of The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

And I never forgot it. “Moon markings…” I whispered to myself, turning another page. “Moon-borns… Star children… no… no…” I reached for a thick brown book with gold corners. “Ah. This one.” I opened it carefully. The pages were old and dry. I turned slowly, reading each word, scanning each picture. Then I saw it. A drawing. A crescent moon. In the same exact spot where Selene had hers. I gasped and sat up straight. “Oh Goddess…”

“Now, go inside and wait in the living room. If I need you, you will know.” Cassie did not say anything in response. She only nodded obediently before walking past the guy and into the house, disappearing. Malek was left with the one person who was truly wanted…the one person who was destined to stand in his way; the one person who could actually ruin his entire plan and bring it all to the ground. He was left with the White-haired Luna…the unexpected choice of the Moon goddess. Knowing that she was a human was easy; he could not detect her scent. And it had already been revealed to him in the Spirit World. This was good news for him; it should have brought him comfort and happiness, knowing

“You’re in love with the prisoner.” I nearly broke my hand. LYRA The memory came while I was reading, one second I was staring at a page. The next, I smelled rain. The kind that falls before the world changes forever. I saw a stone balcony with silver banners. A woman standing alone, the Moon Goddess. Younger and she wasn’t looking at the sky. She was looking down at someone below. Someone I couldn’t see. The memory blurred and vanished in its usual manner leaving me breathless. I pressed a hand against my temple.

Living rent-free in my head, in my skin, in the places I shouldn’t crave him. And that necklace… My gaze flicks to the silver crescent moon still lying on the desk. It gleams like it’s watching me. Like it knew what would happen when I found it. A memory. A trigger. A trap. I can’t let him get into my dreams. I can’t give him that power. But the tremble in my legs says it’s already too late. I’m falling. And I don’t know if I want to be caught. Or devoured.

I asked, looking at Amelia. "I don't care about Elara," Amelia said. I wondered about the kind of relationship that existed between Elara and her cousin that made her accept to be my mate even though I was Elara's mate. I was still in my thoughts when I heard Amelia say: "Are you still in Love with Elara? " Amelia asked, looking at me. MOONFIELD PACK ELARA The past few days I had spent in Moonfield Pack had been relaxing for me. Finn and the Pack Nurse had been taking good care of me, they made me feel like I was at home.

I teased her to visit the Nightwalker Pack and meet Abel, suggesting they might fall in love with each other. Every week, I would call Susie; she was my sole contact with the Red Moon Pack. I had tried calling and texting my mother, but she never answered or responded to any messages. I knew she was angry with me, angry that I left her alone there. Through Susie, I learned that on the second day after I left, my mother moved into the pack house. I was concerned; the people from the Red Moon Pack couldn't be this kind-hearted, could they? I often asked Susie to check on my mother, and once I learned she was doing fine, my anxiety eased. It was now June, and Susie had just received her graduat

Or two. And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever. She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here. Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious. Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the door and twisted the doorknob to find it locked.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

"Under the fool moon!" In her mind, she could see an image of her holding a book under the full moon. There was Zoren standing beside her, looking up at the ball of light. Her eyes twitched as she realized that the moonlight followed her hands when she moved to open the book and turn the pages. "I need the full moon," she murmured. "I could see it!" "Miss?" "Madam, I think she's not sober." "Miss, hello?" Madam Nilla shook her, and suddenly she was back.

Its edges had nearly crumbled away. She carefully unfolded it. Inside rested a silver pendant. It wasn't polished. Time had darkened its surface. Its shape caught my attention immediately. A crescent moon. Crossed by a single feather. The moment I saw it, a sharp pain exploded behind my eyes. I staggered. Fragments flashed through my mind. A woman laughing. Warm hands lifting me into the air. Moonlight shining through white trees. Someone singing. Then— Blood. Fire. Screaming. The images vanished as quickly as they had come.