A Flame Under The Moon Novels & Stories

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

"The mark?" "Tonight. Before the moon peaks." I looked at the healer. "I want him to feel it. When I cut, I want him to scream." My father's eyes were hard, satisfied. "He will. The severance of a fated bond is not silent. He will feel every slice." --- They brought the brazier at dusk. I sat upright, supported by furs, the pup fluttering inside me like a second heart. The healer handed me a blade—obsidian, black as the moonless sky.

A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears Then below there is a painting of a green vast land, dark sky, stars, and moon. Stella smiled finding comfort on the painted picture. She brush her index finger on it, but like a wet ink she smudge the beautiful scene. She immediately rub the green ink on her finger to her skirt and close the book. She looked at Aeriol and Sister Lily tidying things up, no one seems to notice but her heart leaps higher than the height she fell into.

I squint to see through the darkness, but there’s just enough moonlight that I don’t hurt myself as I sprint through the trees. “We found it!” I scream, bursting out into the clearing where two Moonlight Fire Lily flowers grow in the moonlight. Tears prick at the back of my eyes, but I blink them away. I don’t have time to cry as I fall to my knees and touch the soft red and yellow petals. The flowers are in full bloom, soaking in the moonlight like the book said. The bright red petals reach up toward the moon, displaying the yellow and orange streaks that make them look like fire.

The night was perfect, the full moon casting its gentle glow over our Moonlight Pack's territory. The air was filled with the comforting scents of roasting meat and fresh pine, and the sound of laughter echoed through the trees. It was a night of celebration, a night to honor the moon goddess, Selene, and the bond we shared as a pack. I stood among my fellow pack members, a warm sense of belonging filling me as I watched them enjoy the festivities. The bonfire roared in the center of our clearing, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those I held dear.

Could it really be that she had traveled back in time. “Moon snares have a cure. They are usually close by,” she said and turned to look at a lake nearby. There, she spotted lotus plants on the water. This lake was so still, she dared not enter the water. She stared at a lotus a bit, then jumped over quickly, grabbing it in one go, before landing on a rock. She stared at the cure for a while. The May lotus had gone extinct too when the Moon snares had. She could not believe she was holding one.

She wasn’t sure if it was the cold. Or her conscience beginning to crack. Above, far beyond the stone and blood, the full moon shone. Distant. Unseeing.

From the age of 14 until adulthood, Liam had absolutely no friends. Liam always remembers his days at the orphanage, where he has close friends - Tania and Leo. Liam used to love Tania, a beautiful girl 5 years younger than him with smiling chestnut brown eyes, chubby cheeks and snow-white skin. Liam used to hold Tania's hand through the green grass fields, picking primroses for her and making laurel wreaths for her. Both of them lay together watching the starry sky at night and humming small songs, sharing sweet candy bars with each other. Until one day, a well-dressed man came and said he wanted to buy Liam with a large amount of money, the owner of the orphanage quickly offered a price, a

just as right now. Like the moon who only shows up at night, Blythe can also feel her freedom of going anywhere she likes and enjoying the world when the sun is not around anymore to burn her sensitive skin. It was as if only the moon could embrace her for who she really is. But if her memory serves her right, since the orphanage's tragedy up to the very misfortune she's experiencing right now, the moon has always been there to witness her distress. It was as if Luna had been keeping wrath from her and she was punishing Blythe at every chance possible.

Silence stretches. “I don’t need saving,” I say. She steps closer anyway. And gods help me—I don’t move away. ⸻ By the time she leaves, my control is hanging by a thread. The moon climbs higher. My wolf watches it hungrily. Soon, it promises. I close my eyes, knowing one thing with absolute certainty: When I finally crack, it won’t be quiet. And Selene will be at the center of it.