Walk Two Moons Novels & Stories

The moon was already partially covered by shadow, and the eclipse was beginning its slow, inevitable march toward totality. "Okay, Mom," I whispered to the night, to the memory of the woman who had prepared me for this moment. "Okay, Moon Goddess. I am ready. I am scared out of my mind, but I am ready. Please... please let this work. Let me save them. Let me be strong enough." I took a deep breath and started walking. I was a Twice-Born. A champion of light walking into the heart of darkness. And tonight, one way or another, it all ended.

“Can you walk?” I nodded, even though my legs trembled. “I’ll manage.” He helped me up, his arm firm around my waist. Every step away from the ruins felt like dragging a piece of myself loose from the earth. The night air was cold, biting. But colder still was the silence—the kind that comes after something ancient has stirred. We rode through the night. The moons—two of them now, one pale and the other tinged crimson—hung low in the sky. They hadn’t been that way before. I didn’t need Sylra to tell me it was another sign.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Her eyes snapped to the window, she went, pushing its opening, it led to the Forrest She gasped loudly as her bare feet touched the cold, wet and chilling ground, she shivered as the wind caressed her cheeks, the lightening became worse and the sky grew darker if possible, it had turned into a shape of black but suddenly, it's color changed, from a dark shape of black to a suffocating shape of red. A Blood Moon! She didn't bother pounding, she had to save her child from the forces that wanted and would come after him from this day.

Moonlight spilling through gaps in the twisted iron trellis, painting ghost-patterns on the path. I wasn’t supposed to be out here. The guards had been clear about “no unaccompanied walks after dusk,” but I’d convinced myself it didn’t count if I stayed within the castle walls. Besides, the moonlight was too pretty to resist, and after being stuck in my chambers all afternoon with a lecture on “proper etiquette for vampire royalty,” I needed air. So there I was, crouched beside a particularly dramatic cluster of black roses, trying to see if they smelled like regular roses or something more “bloodthirsty chic,” when a voice drifted from the shadows.

Her gaze softened at the sight of Ravena’s tears. “My little moon,” she whispered faintly, her lips barely moving. “Forgive me.” Then her eyes fluttered shut once more. The room filled with silence — heavy, sacred, and full of unfinished love. The rain had not stopped for two days in Silvermoon. It fell gently that morning, a soft whisper against the stone walls, like the heavens themselves were mourning with Ravena. Her mother’s fever had worsened through the night. The healers could do nothing now but ease her pain and whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess.

Robin says, standing and kissing his mate, before also taking their pup and leading his mate inside. If Diana hadn’t killed herself, I would have a pup or maybe more than one by now. My little girl would be older, six years old now, but I guess the Moon Goddess had a different plan for me. As the other Lunas make their way over, their mates take their pups and head inside to put their families to bed. I watch as Margot makes her way over to me. I stand as she approaches. “Ready for bed?” “I’d like to go on a walk,” she says, surprising me.

she stumbles into my side and I instinctively wrap my arm around her waist steadying her. A low growl begins rumbling in my chest as fire spreads through my torso and I look down at her. Her eyes are swimming with green and gold. Her wolf is so responsive to mine and I fucking love it. "You can't just pull me every which way." She says straightening up once she gets her footing. "I have two left feet as is." She says scrunching up her nose at me. So adorable. "Sorry about that, babydoll. We're not sticking to the main trail there's a place I want to show you so we can talk." I say and she narrows her eyes at me.

The glowing yellow super moon shines bright over the mountains of the Mojave Desert. I feel like I’m on autopilot. Ava is fast asleep, her head rests on the window. I can’t stop thinking about her even though she’s right next to me. It pains me to think that beast wants to hurt her. I will always protect her.