Background Bintang Malam Novels & Stories

Her work closes by 8:30 pm and that was pretty dangerous for her. It was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. A black-to-navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky was so clear you could almost see every crater. The moon, a glowing yellowy white, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few large ones but mostly a multitude of little white pinpricks. Now and then, a twinkle caught her eye. This was an unfamiliar sight from her city life, where the lights never went down, perpetually hiding the beauty of the nighttime sky.

It's cloaked in darkness, but a mystical kind of darkness that lets me see the mountains after mountains capped in pristine white snow that glistened brilliantly under an oversized moon. What I notice most about this night, is it's hardly mortal. The darkness is a mixture of purple and royal blue, misting together with obsidian black to portray an exquisite canvas of colour. The stars that freckled the sky winked and glittered, adding to the splendour that I look up at. "Thanks for grabbing my chest, of all places," I say tartly, turning my gaze from the lights on the horizon, obviously making up either a small city or a large town.

Oh. The sheet masking the canvas fell limp against the floor in a cluster, revealing the intricacy that was Uriel's art. A big, bright, dazzling Moon hovered proudly over the collection of stars, sprinkled on like glitter against midnight blue satin. The indigo sky held the white specks captive, dawning over a small familiar figure, wrapped in a blanket. To put it beyond simply, it was beautiful. Lovely. Mesmerising. It felt like a summary of Park Erin - the bboy who gazed at the Moon with a longing, burning passion, gazing, looking for answers and comfort in anything.

It's not a secret anymore. As the night rose, the longing became more and more uncontrollable. Unfortunately, the scythe always shines brightly, as if to remind them that this beauty seems incomplete. Only half glow. The rest, immersed in the darkness of the night, were tightly embraced by the other side who didn't want to let it all shine brightly. *** That night, after completing all kinds of college assignments, Malia chose to sit back on the balcony of her room, enjoying the sky that looked so clean. No clouds, no stars. Only the sickle seemed to shine brightly. Alone, with no one to accompany. Like she is now.

She reached out and used her fingers to brush back his well combed hair. “You are the most handsome Daddy and the strongest wolf I have ever seen.” She said in a singsong voice while batting her eyes at him… Megan's pack is one of the biggest wolf packs in the supernatural realm of Blue Moon. Blue Moon is one of the three realms on the continent called Eplica. The other realms are the human realm where the Moon is golden and white depending on the season and the Red Moon realm where the Moon is, well, —Red.

Ang unang palatandaan ay ang pagkawala ng lahat ng bituin. Sa gitna ng gabi, ang kalangitan ay binalot ng mga puting linya ng enerhiya na tila mga sapot ng gagamba. Ang bawat linya ay may kapal na ilang kilometro, at habang lumalaki ang mga ito, unti-unting nawawala ang liwanag ng buwan. ​"Liam, ano ang nangyayari sa atmospera?" sigaw ni Xander, habang nararamdaman niyang tila bumibigat ang hangin.

Kayden pointed upwards, and my gaze followed his finger to the sky above. The night sky was a canvas of deep black, dotted with countless twinkling stars. The moon, almost full, cast a silver glow that bathed the entire meadow in a soft light. "That's Orion," Jayden whispered in my ear, pointing towards a distinct group of stars. I followed his finger to see the hunter etched against the sky, a celestial artwork that left me awestruck. As we lay there, stargazing, they started pointing out various constellations - the Big Dipper, Cassiopeia, Cygnus. They shared stories of ancient myths associated with these constellations, their voices creating a magical symphony under the twinkling canopy.