All Chapters of Descending of the Moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morgan walked along the halls and he can hear the people whispering and murmuring about him. He just sighed and continued to walk while pretending like he didn’t hear anything. The incident of what happened last night on his birthday caused such a huge scaled ruckus not only Grimbell but in the whole Serigala. Everyone’s talking about the enchantress’ golden boy who didn’t even turn. That was no wonder since the name Morgan Muller is not only known in Grimbell but also to its neighboring towns. Some people from Nighthill even came today to satisfy their curiosity about him. But what was alarming was the coming of the people from Wolfpoint. His father asked him to leave the meeting room even before the governing body started talking, that was something his father never did before. He had been part of the meetings ever since he was just ten. He already memorized all the laws mandated by their government and learned every single thing a future alpha must know.

“It’s because he had met with the moon goddess.” Everyone turned to the one who just spoke and they were all dumbfounded to see the young man with a serious expression as he stared at the closed door too.The other pack members stared at Oliver Woods, the son of their pack’s omegas and the best friend of the person in question—Morgan.“What are you spouting about, Oliver?” One of the elders present asked.Oliver scrunched his face and acted like he was actually having second thoughts about what he was about to say. His expression planted a seed of doubt in the hearts of the speculators.This is Morgan’s best friend! Why would he make up something that can harm his friend?“I really don’t want to do this. I promised Morgan that I would not tell a soul about this but I think everyone deserves to know. The pack may end up being affected by this too.” Oliver said with a conflicted expres

Celestia stared at the bright scroll of love in front of her. It was so bright that she needed to tied it down with the golden lasso so that it won’t steal too much attention. Especially from her ever so curious daughter.“It just keeps on getting more and more brighter.” She uttered to herself as she reached out and touch the lasso to open the scroll. She closed her eyes for a bit and let the light from the scroll engulfed her.She sighed when it suddenly deemed out. She opened the scroll once again and saw the blessed boy’s face. Every second he stared at him, her gaze turns darker.“You’re really something…” she whispered as she caressed the surface of the scroll where Morgan’s face was etched.Morgan’s prominent features were drawn on the scrolls in the most detailed way possible. Every strand of his long hair, the fascinating thickness of his brows, his tantalizing eyes, and that kind-looki

Morgan was silently carrying a bunch of flowers that would be used as an offering later for the thanksgiving event. It’s been weeks since they came back from the head enchantress’ fortress with low spirits and the pack was slowly grasping the reality his parents were trying to hide.Their pack’s golden boy had lost his spark.He would never be able to fulfill the fate he was originally prophesied.He gracefully placed the flowers below the altar they made, careful not to make any sound that can gather other people's unwanted attention. He had been like this ever since they came back. He was careful not to get into anyone's way afraid that it might cause his family more problems.“Morgan,” he turned around and immediately bowed down a bit when he saw his father's beta.Dmitri sighed heavily as he looked around to make sure that no one can hear them.“Can we talk?” Morgan realized that the beta was abo

“Morgan,” his head snapped back to the dark woods behind him and he saw his mother and the head enchantress walking towards him with a confused look on their faces as they scanned the place.“Who are you talking to?” Calliope asked and was about to take another step towards her son when the enchantress hastily pulled her back. She looked back at her questioningly only to turn her head back to her son when she realized the enchantress’ watchful eyes directed at him.Her eyes widened when she saw Morgan’s eyes glowing.“Morgan,” Inessa called out as she stares at the young man with her watchful eyes.“Let’s talk some other time, Amira. I needed to do something,” Morgan said as his eyes flew over to the sky.‘Oh. Alright. Is everything alright?’ Amira asked worriedly. Morgan turned to the women a few distance away from where he was seated before nodding.