Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

“We’ll be ready. You’ve given them something to fight for.” Under the Moon When everyone else had gone to rest, I climbed the ridge and stood under the open sky. The moon was close tonight, its light silvering the rocks around me. I lifted my marked hand toward it. “If you chose me,” I said quietly, “then you damn well better guide me. Because I won’t let them die for nothing.” The wind shifted, carrying the faint scent of blood on th e air. Somewhere far below, a wolf howled not one of mine. The hunt had begun.

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.

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 mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

CHAPTER ONE The full moon that night was unusually bright. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever seen it shine that brightly, but I did remember sitting at the raised pedestal with my family and my friends, where I was supposed to be eating and celebrating, but all I did was look glum. The moon was supposed to be a warning, but I missed it. My father caught me staring up at the moon curiously and I heard him give a low chuckle beside me. "You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?"

From The Nora’s Logophile Board Flumadidle: (n.) Utter Nonsense *** 'Keeping the pure radiance of the moon as the witness, the heir of the Rakh Clan, and the firstborn female of the Paristo family are to be bound by marriage.' That was what stated in the letter Rosalind got a while ago. As she dragged her tired body into her house she thought, ‘What the hell?!’

And just like that, the shock broke. Laughter erupted. The elders laughed greedily, cruelly—some pounding the arms of their chairs, others shaking their heads in disbelief as joy replaced surprise. “The Moon Goddess finally favored us!” “Crestmoon without Kadel is a lamb without teeth!” Carlo watched them with satisfaction. “Yes,” he purred. “The great Alpha Kadel—poisoned like a rat.” The fat elder leaned forward eagerly. “Then what is your plan, my Alpha? Do we strike now?”

“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.