2moons Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

Leonidas’s expression softens, Instead of laughing or dismissing me, he reaches out slowly, grabs the book and reads through the words. “It's an ancient tongue,” he says after a moment. “It's called the Lingua Lunae. It means the moon language. “Oh,” I mutter, the heat in my cheeks deepening, but relief flickers through me too. “That’s why I couldn’t read it.” He glances up, catching the sheepish edge in my tone. A small, almost tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, the kind that makes my stomach flip despite everything. “I can help translate,” he finishes before shifting closer on the bench until our shoulders brush.

They were meant to protect the balance of nature, not disrupt it, and I’m sure there would be consequences for her actions. “So what’s he got on you?” She frowned down at me holding her hands out. “I am simply fulfilling a debt. Forgive me.” Any witty rhetoric that was on the tip of my tongue was stopped, because suddenly she started speaking in a foreign language and my body became frozen. What the fuck? She chanted and repeated the words that were unfamiliar to me until I felt a burning sensation in my body. Invisible flames encompassed me, and I was helpless to do anything about it. But if Remus the dick thought I’d scream or beg, he had me fucked up.

“Anything almost the way they traveled back to their dimension?” Mom closes her eyes, furrowing her forehead as she racks her brain. “There was… something,” she says at final. “A line in one of the antiquated writings I burrowed up, talking around how they deserted soil. Something like… ‘And they went back to their city on wings of light, never to be seen again.’ ” I raise my eyebrows. “Well, it’s fittingly emotional, I figure. Was that all?” “They didn’t have a transport entry, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Mother says, incapable to totally camouflage her possess disappointment. “At slightest, not that they’ve composed approximately anyway.” She murmurs. “I wish I had more for you, Nyx.

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

The moment my consciousness sank into boundless darkness, I thought it was the end. But then, warmth seeped into me. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the moon goddess again. "...Dear moon goddess?" I whispered, my voice echoing in the vast, starry void. "My mission failed. I didn't win anyone's love." The Goddess's compassionate gaze fell upon me, her ethereal voice echoing through the space, reaching the very depths of my being. [Child, according to our agreement, with the failure of your mission and confirmation of your death, your consciousness should have completely dissipated.]

It was as if she was meant to be by his side. She did not know how to explain it better than that. But she knew that she was not here for anything else than begging the guy for mercy. “Thank you all for being here tonight. The moon festival is a time for joy and celebration. It’s a time to give thanks and adoration to the Moon goddess. It is a time for those who don’t have mates to find their partners. It is a time for the light of the moon to wash us clean from our sins and make us new again. Tonight, we celebrate! Tonight, we become one as a pack! Tonight, we live!” He exclaimed, and everyone cheered at the top of their lungs.

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.

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.