Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

My eyes surveyed the wreckage while Rose's remain trained on the entrance to the manor. She didn't say a word as she waited for Galina to reveal herself. The Pricolici were growing nervous at her focused gaze, but quickly stilled when she growled. The doors opened after a few minutes. Galina came waltzing out, seemingly unfazed by her dead or entranced army. She looked amused at the Pricolici that were laying on the ground around their enemies. She started laughing as she walked leisurely toward where Rose and I stood. "I have found you, at last, Great White Wolf." She beamed in jubilation. "Have you come to join me and all your kin?"

The Moonlit Masque had stretched into the early hours, the pavilion now quieter as many guests retired. Silver moonlight filtered through the drifting lace banners, casting everything in a soft, ethereal glow. Elara’s body felt heavy and used, her silver gown slightly rumpled and sticking to her damp skin. Kaelen’s fresh load from their frantic fuck behind the silk curtain still leaked slowly from her well-bred pussy, mixing with the remnants of earlier creampies. Her inner thighs were slick and sticky, her swollen folds rubbing together with every step and sending sparks of shameful pleasure through her clit.

Close enough that closing the remaining distance would take barely a breath. Then the moon emerges from behind clouds above the ruined roof, and both of them look up instinctively as pale light floods the circular clearing. The moonlight turns gold the moment it touches them, shifting from its normal silver-white to deep burnished gold that seems to emanate from their bonded auras rather than from any natural source. The ruins glow with it, ancient stone absorbing the light and reflecting it back warmer and deeper than anything the moon should produce. The moment stretches impossibly long as Lucian almost kisses Lior instead of striking. The moon flares gold.

Their glowing aura told me all I needed to know. This was one of the Moon Goddess’ stars. A spirit much like her, but not at all like myself. They claim to be Gods, whereas beings like me ARE Gods. I keep my expression neutral as I step through the black hole and gaze at the scene before me. The spirit and three of his friends are here, trying to ward off the angry souls that escaped through the same black hole as I did. I sigh before snapping my fingers, bringing them back under control again. As soon as the scene quietens down again, I return my gaze to the Star-Spirit and utter, “to summon me, then to attempt to keep me from returning. Is this the way mortals treat their Gods now?”

He glanced at me with a slight flush. With a patient smile, Elder Roz rocked back and forth in her chair again as she began. “Long ago, the Moon Goddess lived in the darkest reaches of the skies where nothing else lived. She journeyed far and wide, looking for her soulmate. She turned to face the empty void and wondered where her love could be.” Rem’s thoughts turned to the typical science of how everything came into existence, but he voiced nothing. He was trying to remain respectful.

I said not looking at him. It's easy to come up with a plan but I needed to figure out a way around that shield. Not even my sister could place one of those up. I had most of the dark witches searching high and low for answers, the faster we get the answers the faster we will be successful. In a few months time the golden moon will rise, it is to carry the full power of the moon, when it is at its peak little Alley will be sacrificed, piercing her heart with the same dagger that I already had. It is said that the golden moon will turn blood red as all of her blood drains her body and with my blood attached to the dagger her power will transfer into me. The perk of her having such a strong ma

“What could possibly go wrong with us? You made the previous prophecy about me. You revealed we were fated to be together and I would mysteriously find my way to this pack. So why are you suddenly against this? Why are—” “Silence child!” I flinched and staggered back in shock. “You are here because of that prophecy. The moon goddess has never failed to reveal herself to me. She has eyes on all of us and I am her messenger. Whatever I’ve said today is a message from her. Prepare yourselves because doom is knocking on your door.” Landon was pacing around, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “And what can we do to stop what—whatever this “doom” is?”

Hand in hand, we begin to stroll along a winding path that meanders through the moonlit woods. The forest embraces us, its gentle embrace a testament to the enduring beauty of nature. Soft tendrils of mist swirl around our feet, lending an ethereal quality to our surroundings. The air is scented with the earthy fragrance of moss and damp soil, mingling with the distant aroma of wildflowers. Princess Golder looks up at the canopy of trees above, the moonlight filtering through the branches and dappling her face with a celestial glow. Her eyes sparkle with a mixture of joy and anticipation, hinting at the adventures that await us beyond this tranquil night.

Kael's funeral was simple, attended only by me, Asher, and a few members of the Silver Moon pack. I placed a bouquet of white moonflowers on his gravestone. "Thank you for saving me at the end," I said softly. "This time, you really did protect me." A gentle breeze blew past, as if in reply. Six Months Later The sacred Moon Temple of the ancient European werewolf packs. Tonight was the full moon, and the night of my mating ceremony with Asher. The entire temple was decorated like a dream. White petals drifted between the ancient stone pillars, and silver moonlight streamed down from the dome, illuminating every corner.