A Flame Under The Moon Novels & Stories

The very essence of their fight, their unity, their refusal to surrender. These weapons, crafted under the gaze of the moon, were imbued with the essence of moonfire—a blaze that burned bright and pure, able to scorch through even the darkest of magics. Each piece was inscribed with runes of old, symbols of power and protection, their light flickering like stars in the night sky.

Show him what we are. I spread my fingers and called the fire. Heat licked across my palms, then bloomed outward into a dancing flame; not the normal orange but silver-white, the unmistakable mark of Moonveil’s gift. The fire curled and spiraled into the night, illuminating the trees in a shimmering light without burning them. It should have burned me too, but it caressed my skin instead, warm as breath. “Lyra…” Killian’s voice cracked low in his throat, uncertain, almost fearful.

Before Amour could finish talking, Flame immediately blocked her lips with a white handkerchief. Amour's eyes widened as she began struggling with Flame but Flame overpowered her. Slowly, she began feeling sleepy and before she knew it, she fell in a deep slumber. Flame quickly carried her and placed her inside a very huge wooden box. She covered it and with the help of the small wheels attached to it, she pushed it out... Leaving the clan. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Flame's car drove in the clan and the men came to her. They helped her carry Amour, heading to the underground building with her. Flame followed them.

"You did it on purpose. You must have done it on purpose." Evil Moon was half-cooked. When the lid of the tripod was opened, it screamed and wanted to jump out, but a majestic force pulled it back, and there was a faint meat fragrance in the air. Bright Moon Immortal said lightly, "Still alive? Looks like I'll have to add more fuel to it." She raised her hand, and the flames under the tripod sprang up again. The water in the tripod began to boil, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine.

But now there was no hiding. The first elder to speak was Elder Harrow, the one with white hair and a long beard that touched his chest. His old eyes glistened with tears as he leaned forward, his voice breaking. “Silver flames,” he breathed. “I never thought I would see them in this lifetime. Only in the oldest writings of our kind are they spoken of—flames of the Moon Goddess herself. This child… this Luna is touched by divinity.” His words sent a ripple across the room. Some of the elders nodded slowly, awe softening their faces.

"What was that liquid you poured into the pool?" He smiled at her curiosity. "Nectar from the rarest moon flower. It only blooms at night, under the glow of the full moon, and it only grows miles away from here, beneath the mountains. Shifters use it as a symbolism to revere the moon goddess." He turned and took her hand. "Come sit with me. Are you hungry?" "Alpha Blaze Callahan." A sharp voice called behind them. Dylan went still, his calm expression twisting into disgust. Only one woman called him Blaze.

The flames were intense but strangely alive, pulsing as if they could respond to thought. “You must channel your moons’ energy into harmony with the Veil,” the warden said. “Fail, and the fire consumes all who stand before it.” Luna closed her eyes, feeling the pulse of the Fallen Moon, the Moon of Tides, and the Moon of Winds. She extended her hands, the moons’ light swirling in a radiant spiral. The golden flames shifted, reacting to her energy. Columns twisted and leaned, then split into smaller arcs, forming a path through the trial. Luna moved forward, carefully maintaining the balance of her power.

From The Nora’s Logophile Board Flumadidle: (n.) Utter Nonsense *** 'Keeping the pure radiance of the moon as the witness, the heir of the Rakh Clan, and the firstborn female of the Paristo family are to be bound by marriage.' That was what stated in the letter Rosalind got a while ago. As she dragged her tired body into her house she thought, ‘What the hell?!’

I gave them a nod before I shifted my gaze back to Amethyst while my hand reached to hold Celeste’s. "Run under the full moon, Luna. Make your brother proud." I bowed my head at Amethyst, giving her the respect she deserved as a Luna. Amethyst lowered her head to the ground before turning around to find her place beside Pyro while I watched them with pain and pride in my heart.

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.