Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

I lift my chin toward the sky. “The moon chose him. Not ambition. Not politics. Not royal decree.” My voice sharpens. “The moon does not make mistakes.” The air shifts. The clouds above begin to move—slow at first, then with purpose. Liam inhales sharply beside me. I feel it too. The moon is listening. The ground trembles as silver light spills into the arena, brighter than it has any right to be in full daylight. The runes blaze, symbols lifting from stone and hovering in the air like living things.

She had, in her own charming way, called me poor in twelve different languages. "What if Joanne sees us?" The thought leapt out of me before I could stop it, my gaze shooting toward the main door. Gina, however, remained entirely unbothered, her fingers drifting lazily through the hanging garments. "Don't give her a second thought. As far as she knows, I'm still at school — and knowing her, she's busy fussing over her little kitty party group, reciting verses from the Silver Moon." The Silver Moon — the ancient scripture said to hold the sacred chronicles of Selene. It struck me as oddly surprising that Joanne, with her rigid bearing and severe manner, would count herself among the goddess's

The Palazzo Serbelloni in Milan was a blinding kaleidoscope of crystal, gold leaf, and high-society decadence. It was 10:30 PM. The air inside the grand ballroom was thick with the scent of white orchids, expensive champagne, and the suffocating perfume of Italy’s corrupt elite. Government ministers, offshore bankers, and syndicate bosses mingled beneath massive Murano chandeliers, their laughter a polite lacquer over a world built on blood and narcotics.

What did he pay you? His hand stopped. "I don't—" "To keep me under while they cut out my pup's marrow. To end my bloodline." I turned my head. He stepped back. "What was the weight of the gold?" His shoulders sagged. He thrust release papers at me. I marked them with unsteady fingers. "Stay through the waning moon," he murmured. "Your spirit is barely anchored." "I'd rather walk into blizzard than breathe here another hour." I gathered my blood-stained clothes and walked out. My legs shook, but rage kept me upright.

she murmured leaning against him again, staring at the full moon that was already up in the sky, reflecting her beauty on the water below her. Lucas looked at the same direction, feeling his mother blessing them from up there. He couldn't be happier. And his life felt complete by just having Selena between his arms and his mother watching over them. It did feel like the moon was giving them her blessing somehow. And that was how they knew everything was going to be fine. And whatever they had to face in the future, they would have each other. And that was more than enough.

“So does fear.” Her smile goes brittle. “We’ll see,” she says, then melts into the trees. Her presence lingers for a moment, then slips away. Caleb lets out a slow breath. “She’s moving faster,” he says. “Whatever she’s planning, she’s not waiting.” I nod, feeling the silver inside me wake up, aware and ready. “Then I’m not waiting either.” Above us, the moon climbs higher, sharp and bright, almost like it’s watching. The crown isn’t just settling now.

Alec I’m sitting on the edge of my bed and a million things are running through my mind because today was quite an eventful day for me, and a few hours ago, I received the confirmation that it all worked out in my favor. I glance at Carla, who’s lying on her side fast asleep, and slowly get out of bed before walking toward the window of our bedroom. The moon is merely a crescent, but I’m drawn to her already. In a few days, the Full Moon Hunt will begin. For once, I actually feel excited about it, and that’s because this year, I’ve let go of the weight that’s been burdening me for close to seven years.

The glen is secluded, tucked away and so picturesque. It’s nearly pitch dark, and the brilliant full moon is already high overhead. These nights are like the ultimate scratch being itched for any shifter. Under the full moon we’re all just the Goddess’ pups. All just little ones wanting to bask in her blessings.To be carefree and reminded of how good life is.

The moon hangs in the sky, full and round, but instead of it's liquid silver rays, It’s gold. The moon is a blazing gold and the entire sky is drenched in golden rays, like someone spilled molten light across the night. I watch in awe as the light presses down on everything, heavy and unnatural. “What the hell...” I say, my voice coming out hoarse. Around me, I hear movement. Members of the Moonveil pack are emerging from their homes, drawn by the same thing i'm seeing. I hear their voices carry on the wind as they ask in confusion,