adedarasimi2019の小説

THE MOON LETS GO AT LASTI wake up to the moonlight, a silent symphony of bright white light, blanketing the landscape in an ethereal soft-glowing sheen, quite a contrast to what it was a few moments ago. An uncomfortable pressure builds behind my eyes, like someone decided to pour liquid silver straight into my skull. My body jerks forward, muscles locking and claws scrapping against the rock. A sound so foreign and instinctively animal slices through the silence startling me at how raw and unrefined it sounds, even in my own ears.“Could that be me?" I think to myself even as the sound comes from my throat yet again. “This must be death, the moon goddess has finally come to me," I thought to myself, curling in deeper in a desperate attempt to block out the heat radiating in my skull. My eyes open slowly and an overwhelming sense of confusion overtakes me. I look around me, unable to fully grasp what is going on around me. “How am I awake?" "Am I supposed to be awake? I wonder

THE EXECUTION THAT FAILSThis exactly is the rule of the pack, exactly how perceived defiance ended... with face pressed down into dirt, hands bound and shackled by men who needed to make rules to make themselves feel powerful. "Now be careful there, shall we?" I say hoarsely. "If you tie the noose any tighter, I might actually die." I am laughing, but no one is laughing back or even laughing with me. They haul me to my feet with such urgency that said "the faster they get this over with, the better it would be for everyone".They proceed to drag me through the trees like a plague they could not bear to touch. When we finally come to a stop at the clearing just at the edge of the forest, torchlight flared and I see them in the distance.The Moon council, looking exactly like the stories had described. The same seven figures, the same silvery black robes, the same air of entitlement and superiority, the same elder with ice in his eyes stood at the center. He looks at me like he had f

THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTThe night of the hunt, when they had come for me, had been a very eerie one. The hairs on the ends of my hands stood as the air felt heavy with a feeling that did not sit well in the pit of my belly.They did not come for me howling, that would have given them away so easily. “One major rule guarding hunting among wolves: You do not hunt in silence unless necessary.” Breaking pack hunting rules was the first sign that tipped me of the danger imminent even before my brain could catch up.My senses caught them before I got the chance to see them in the thick fog that covered the night. The air in the forest tightens, nearly choking me. My ankles were still bleeding, the blood oddly contrasting the white of the snow that covered the ground.Just a few hours earlier, while hunting, I had unknowingly gotten caught in a trap of silver that I did not notice until it had snapped shut around my ankles. The teeth sunk deep, biting into my skin enough to make my vision blur

SURVIVING THE CURSE OF THE BLOOD MOONMy life involved growing up on the edge of the maps, living and existing in places where pack law was at its thinnest and not a single form of kindness can be found. I learned quickly how to adapt to my situation.I did everything I possibly could, just to survive. Ranging from, but not limited to stealing heat from dying fires and learning how to run without snapping twigs. I learned how to sleep lightly. That is the only way to survive before death would decide for me. That is the only way to survive those who constantly hunted me.One thing I quickly learned was that lone wolves are illegal, but I become one anyway…I do not have much of a choice.My first shift came in the late hours of the night, nearly killing me. On my thirteenth birthday at the time, the moon was so full, bright, a breathtakingly beautiful ball, hanging overhead with no cares in the world. Nothing about my shift however, reflected its beauty.The sound of cracking bones, lo

THE MOON THAT BLEED RED"A BLOOD MOON! IT'S A BLOOD MOON!!!" Somewhere on an island just beyond the Northern seas, screams were heard erupting. Chaos at the mention of a blood moon…a rare moon that only occurred once in every one thousand years and was believed to be a sign of warning of impending danger from the moon goddess.On that same night, in a hut too tiny to hold no more than one person, a woman was bent over double from the pain that racked through her body. She shuddered as yet another contraction pang overtook her body.The night I was born remains a myth to me, a distant foggy memory I chase but can not truly hold. Although I do not remember it, I hear it in the whispers all around me.“The cursed one,” that is what they call me. According to the tales they recount, that night, my mother had laboured long and hard in that tiny hut. As the only pregnant omega at the time, she feared what a blood moon would mean for us both. Even as her cries filled the room, her body too