Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

She cried. “I know.” He reached out for her hands and brought them into his lips. “Believe me, I know. I was just worried.” He heaved a deep sigh. “But I do believe it was about time to talk to your uncle, especially now.” Lina arched her brows at Eon. “What do you mean?” “The red moon is approaching.” “Red moon?” “It is an important event. It is known that young wolves who first shifted under the red moon were blessed by the Moon Goddess, Selene.”

Luna's POV The Blood Moon was almost here. The sky above the ruins had bled from silver to deep crimson, the light spilling into the cracks in the ancient walls like fire. The herbs were laid in a perfect circle. The silverroot glistened faintly, the moonfern trembling like it could feel what was coming. Kael knelt in front of the circle, striking flint over the dried dusk petals. “Once the fire catches, there’s no going back,” he said without looking up.

He settled into a long vigil, determined to be there for Kaerlia every step of the way on her journey to recovery, no matter how long it took. ~~~ The Moon Palace was a breathtaking sight to behold. It stood upon the surface of the moon, gleaming with an ethereal luminescence that cast a gentle, silver-blue glow over the lunar landscape. The palace seemed to merge seamlessly with the moon's natural beauty as if it were a part of the celestial body itself.

Beneath her fingertips the earth pulsed—an ancient, patient heartbeat that matched the uneven rhythm inside her chest. The Vale should have been sleeping. Packs had settled under the fragile peace of the Bloodmoon Accord. Markets bustled by day, covens whispered at twilight, even the Hollow had quieted. Yet since the miners unearthed moon-silver, Zara felt the ground stirring like a beast turning in its den. And now Maxim’s dreams—wild, fevered visions of a sun devoured by a bleeding moon—left claw marks on their nights.

Above her head, a golden halo adorned with a glowing crescent moon rests. Her body is no longer that of a young girl on the cusp of womanhood. It is now the form of a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Her rounded breasts stand out above her slender waist. Her lush curves are barely covered by a stunning, almost transparent tunic that also shimmers with a silvery glow. Gil's entire body is surrounded by an aura resembling moonlight. Tall white boots, embellished with golden arabesques, reach up to the middle of her thighs.

The full moon hung low and bright, a silvery beacon carved into the dark canvas of the sky. Its glow bled across the clearing, casting long, eerie shadows that danced between the ancient trees. The forest whispered with the rustling of restless leaves, the towering oaks and pines standing like silent sentinels, watching. Tonight was everything. The night I’d been waiting for my whole damn life. The night of the Mating Ceremony.

“Every day, I will prove it. No excuses, no regrets. Just… love. Always love.” As night fell, a soft silver haze blanketed the garden. The moon rose, its light stronger than the stars, casting pale shadows across the fountains and walkways. Aria paused, sensing the familiar presence of the Moon Goddess. She lifted her eyes to the moonlit sky, feeling the whisper of energy threading through the night.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending a slight tickle through me. I turned my head, meeting his deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, freezing everything into eternity. “Happy Winter Solstice Festival, Xaibe.” He leaned in close to my ear, murmuring softly, “On the next full moon night, let us go to the Moon Goddess to mark our bond.” Outside the window, the aurora continued its dance across the night sky, its brilliant colors reflecting upon my face and onto Xaibe's face. Catching each other's scent, we held one another in a tight embrace. (The End)

"Silas was way more theatrical than that. It’s buried under the Old Mint. Or rather, what the Old Mint became after the city sold the deed. It’s a private, underground club now. They call it The Gilded Cage." "Fitting," I rasped, reaching over to kill the water. The silence that followed was sudden and heavy. I grabbed a towel, wiping the moisture from my face as I stepped out of the stall. The cool, air-conditioned draft of the loft hit my damp skin like a slap, but I didn't bother covering up. There was no point in modesty anymore—not after the way she’d looked at me in the basement, and certainly not after what we’d just done on the kitchen table. "Silas always loved a bit of poetic irony