2moons The Series Novels & Stories

“The bit about ‘thrice-blooded moons’—that’s oddly specific, and connects to what Selene said about ‘much still to be written.’” Nico cleared his throat softly. “If I may, My Queen—the phrase ‘thrice-blooded moons’ is likely a reference to the upcoming lunar trinity. Three full moons that will appear red due to atmospheric conditions, occurring in sequence over the next three months. The first is just two weeks away.” My blood chilled at his words. Not some distant, metaphorical timeline then—a concrete deadline, approaching rapidly. “So they’re setting the stage,” I said, thinking aloud. “Creating a timeline for whatever they’ve planned.”

We wrapped ourselves in cloaks and waited as the light faded from the world. The first moon rose pale and low, its reflection trembling across the valley’s frozen streams. The second followed minutes later—a smaller orb, crimson at its edge, glowing like an open wound. The sight made the hair on my arms rise. “The twin moons,” Eren murmured. “So it begins.” The Seal warmed instantly, its pulse quickening. The river stone vibrated against it, the two resonating like matched heartbeats. Light spilled from my collarbone, faint at first, then brighter. I tried to steady my breathing, to remember his instructions.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.

I took a long and shakily drawn-out breath and whispered back to him, “I know”. At the very moment the words left my mouth, my heart split in two. ---------------------------------------------------- Authors Note. Welcome back to The Moon Series. Thank you for your patience. I am working on multiple projects at the same time, but I will try to keep Twin Moon as my main priority. This section of the story will be vastly different from the happiness and sweetness that Part 1 gave you. But I hope that you stick with it through to the end. Remember to comment your thoughts and feelings along the way. I love reading your feedback.

Ollie: Don't make me revoke your pizza privileges. I found myself smiling as I walked outside. Snow drifted from the sky. Cold air bit at my cheeks. My phone buzzed again. Another message. I expected the group chat. I expected Anya. I expected literally anyone else. Instead my stomach dropped. Unknown Number. Just seeing it made my chest tighten. The smile disappeared. A second message appeared before I could stop it. Then a third. Then a fourth. And suddenly, after two months of peace, I had a feeling the universe was about to remind me that it never lets me keep good things for long.

“Not like this.” Jax presses close inside me, quieter now. Neither did she. I move closer to the bed but stop myself before touching her. I’ve already scared her once. I won’t do it again. “If there’s a Moon Goddess,” I whisper, “she has a twisted sense of humor.” I sink into the chair beside the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor. Two mates lost. One bond reborn. And no answers. Then— Her breathing changes. My head snaps up.

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

“I’m so not having sex with you. You’re not my type. I thought those were the only videos you watched.” “Ha-ha,” Harley snorted. “I think you’re talking about yourself instead of me.” “We are friends because we have so much in common.” Moon glanced away, then back at the camera. “Why don’t you film them?” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “They are more interesting than I am.” Harley panned the camera to record some Species females playing volleyball. After a few seconds he zoomed back to Moon. “I wanted to video you. You’re leaving for Reservation soon and I’m going to miss you. I’ll watch this when I do.”

The Star and Moon are chosen among the most beautiful and handsome fresher’s via a vote or directly by the seniors and the best example of this is the 2 Moons series. The Moons from all the faculties in one University then compete against each other for the title of University Moon. It also holds certain talent shows that help the judges decide who to vote for in the end. I hope this explanation helps you understand the situation in the story better.