Broken Moonlantern Novels & Stories

It made a neat arc and hit his cheekbone and slid in a line that looked like a sentence I had finally decided to write. His eyes flashed. He laughed again, wiped it with the back of his hand, smeared it into his beard like paint. “Camera,” he said cheerfully. “Did you get that?” The crewman nodded, sick. The lens shook. “Good,” Ronan said. He turned, shouted to the ring. “Move! We break camp. Blood Moon is tomorrow. The rite holds now like wet mortar. By tomorrow it will be stone. At moonrise, we finish.” He bent close to my ear. “You will thank me by then.”

LILA Evening spread across the Packhouse in wide strokes of silver and blue. The air cooled, I stayed in the garden with Mara, the ground beneath us soft from the day’s work. The moon climbed slow over the ridge, pale and full, washing the rows in light that turned every leaf into glass. The crescent beds glimmered as if carved from frost. I knelt beside the central circle with the last pouch of seeds and loosened the drawstring. “These open only under moonlight,” I said, holding out the small white kernels. “Moonwort and night jasmine. They bloom when others sleep.”

Lanterns flickered to life, casting uneasy shadows on stone walls. The gates to the pack house groaned as they were shut and sealed. No one in, and no one out. I stood by the window as the world changed. The earth itself seemed to darken, soil and stone reflecting a strange crimson glow. When the moon finally rose, it was no longer silver or gentle. It was red, fiery, swollen, watching us like an open eye. The blood moon. My hand tightened around the window frame. “Luna Lena,” Aria said softly behind me. “Come. Let’s bathe you.”

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

Amber nodded just before a contraction rippled through her. As the moon rose to its peak, the Lunas began to push. Amber was the first to birth to her child, which I expected. He was a healthy boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I passed the boy to Alpha Damien to clean him up as I turned my focus to Michelle. The moon reached its peak as the female was born. I called to Selene and the moon turned blue before she descended to earth. We clasped hands and began the incantation to seal her powers. The wind picked up as we finished the spell. She turned to her beloved creatures and smiled, then faded and returned to the moon. I quickly put the blinding spell on the female and watched as they cra

Blaze was seated on his office chair, his eyes had a glint of happiness in them, one could tell he was in an exceptionally great mood.His company had being going through a bit tough time recently, after he had broken off his son's engagement with Merlin, there trust the has declined. But now he had a great opportunity to get everything back in the path.

The decorations were breathtaking, silver lanterns, glowing crystals, and banners that glowed like starlight. A deep drumbeat echoed in the night, signaling the start of the celebration. Lyssara looked up. The moon had risen, bathed in gold. The Celestial Moon appears only once a year , a divine blessing upon the realm. She inhaled deeply, feeling the sacred air of Moonveil rush through her. But she had to be careful; if her emotions spiked too high, her cloak could shatter. Still, she couldn’t help but giggle, excitement bubbling through her.

The bustle of the Moonbane pack was overwhelming to Layla. The Moonbane insignia of a large waning crescent moon with the Moon Goddess standing fiercely in the middle was everywhere she looked. It felt like overkill. She couldn't even remember her father's pack's insignia.

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

Emry muttered. Mirae ignored her, plucking a quill from the basket and sketching quick notes on one of the parchments. “See? We could line the outer ring with silver lanterns. Have the pack children release them after your vows—it’ll look like stars rising from the earth.” Emry tried not to smile. “You’ve thought about this.” “Obviously,” Mirae said. “I’m efficient chaos. Now, what flowers do you want? I’m thinking moonlilies for purity and—”