2 Moons 2 Novels & Stories

I counter. I look out at the horizon. The woods are dark, but they aren't scary. They’re just woods. The wind is just wind. The night is just the other half of the day. I lean my head on Kaleb’s shoulder and he wraps his arms me and the baby, encasing us in his warmth. "What are you thinking?" he asks. I look at the moon. It’s full tonight. A bright, silver coin hanging in the sky. It chose me twice. Once to learn, and once to love.

But I thought it meant my twins. “Where the moon is three, two will come” he said again, just as gently. I replayed that damn thing in my head a thousand times already, trying to figure out every possibility. I have gone over everything I possibly could. This however, never crossed my mind. They said it wasn’t possible. But now, I don’t know. Maybe this is it, it’s not about two babies, but two sisters. It’s about two Goddesses. “Two Triple Goddesses” I said out loud.

“Spawned by the one who gave us breath. Vanished from life but spared from death. The Ethereal one gives she who is promised. To wield the power of the Triple Goddess. Where the moon is three, two will come. Once the seal is made, destiny is done. With one comes death, pain and destruction. The other comes life, love and devotion. Peril will end and the wolf will thrive. But for peace to reign, only one can survive” Maxine let go of my hands and gasped loudly. I jumped up and took a large step away from her. What the heck was that about? If not me, then who is the Triple Goddess? And what does it mean about the three moons and two will come, come where? I don’t understand. Elder Maxine’s eye

she adds. “Phoebe is alive and I know that she will live until her baby is at least a year or so. I think I am safe for now,” I tell her, more to convince myself than her. All I and everyone really know is that the red Luna moon occurs every two years but it can be so variable that even the epsilons cannot say with certainty.

Fiona's pov “There’s a second moon,” Elandra said without looking up from her scrying bowl. “Just for a breath. Then it vanishes.” I blinked. “That’s not possible.” “No,” she agreed. “And yet.” I followed her gaze to the water’s surface, where the vision shimmered. Two pale orbs hung in the sky, one full and steady—the other flickering, red-veined, pulsing like a heartbeat. For an instant, they turned in tandem. Then the second winked out like a candle.

I turned to the second page and continued reading aloud: CHAPTER ONE - HISTORY OF THE MOON The history of the gods and goddesses of the moon spans various cultures and mythologies. Selene (Greek Mythology): Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon, often depicted as a beautiful woman with a crescent moon on her head, riding a chariot across the night sky. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and the sister of Helios (the sun god) and Eos (the dawn goddess). Selene had many romantic liaisons, the most famous being her love for the mortal shepherd Endymion, whom she put into an eternal sleep to keep him forever youthful.

Declan and Tristan were sworn enemies and I’d rather not be caught in the crossfire. My anxiety couldn’t stop time from running. The preparation was finally done, and the alliance party would be taking place tonight— there is no way I could avoid Declan tonight because we are both going to be in the same room. I am the Luna of this pack, hence, I will have to remain beside Tristan for the rest of the night. "Luna, the decoration is done, would you like us to change anything?" Ayra, one of the many maids that assist me in the house asked as she scanned the room for any sort of mistake.

Chapter 23 An endless sea of blackness was all that met her eyes. That darkness, broken only by the soft glow of the moon, only that the moon was split in two halves. She watched as the two equal halves, both with jagged edges facing each other, hung in the sky, both maintaining a great distance apart. The two halves drifted slowly towards each other, occasionally even moving together, Laurel imagined their intention was to come together and become whole.

, Jackson pointed to the two piles of books and scrolls with a brisk jerk of his chin, while hurriedly taking one pile himself. Shay walked over to grab one of the piles left on the table, accidentally knocking down an ancient scroll that unraveled slightly as it hit the floor. Bending down she picked the scroll up, noticing as she did so the image of two moons illuminating the sky and reflecting their perfect spheres over the surface of a crystal clear lake. Confused, she turned to the professor not quite looking at him, still fascinated with the thing in her hands. “The curse of the two moons…but that’s a bedtime story, why would they need this?” Shay blurted out.

Aria. I knew all their names. Knew their deaths by heart. The earth beneath my feet began to hum—a low vibration that made teeth ache and bones resonate. It was the sound of reality stretching, of two worlds preparing to touch. Kharo's hand found mine. "The moons," he whispered. The three celestial bodies drew closer in the sky, following paths set down at the universe's creation. For a moment, they touched—three moons aligned perfectly, a cosmic event that should have been impossible but was happening anyway.