Bts Moonlight Novels & Stories

The Moon was silent for a long moment. When She spoke, it wasn’t with divinity. It was with something like shame. “I could not touch you,” She said. “Not without making you Mine.” Baylee blinked. “The hell does that mean.” “You were never meant to be Mine,” the Moon whispered. “You were never Mine to begin with.” Baylee stared. “You’re going to have to try again with words I can actually use, Holy Light Show. I’m tired.” Something like a laugh flickered through the air. Sad. Soft. “Your line,” the Moon said. “Do you know what you are, Baylee Vale?”

Trish said excitedly and everyone honed in on the gadget. The haunting jazz-and-bass opening of Taehyung’s solo song Stigma was drifting up from the phone’s speakers. Lor’s highly trained ears recognized the piano and acoustic instrumental as very similar but not identical to the version on Everysing (the Korean karaoke app) or any official release by Big Hit Entertainment, the manager of BTS. And when the vocals started, Lor instantly knew it wasn’t V himself but someone doing a cover. Someone who was more careless of his baritone and husky voice; someone who could speak and pronounce fluent Korean and imitate V’s idiosyncrasies. Whoever it was sounded very close to V himself singing live.

"Which is why I don't want you going in there, Maye. Everything is going to turn out fine. The King is going to thank me for bringing back his mate" Maye shook her head. "The future is uncertain Dya. Luna Devika died with her child, do you realize that could afflict her for the rest of her life, bringing her back will only do more havoc than good, we don't want a blood tasty queen!" Shailyn gasped as she instantly jerked up from where she fell, appearing beside Dya in an instant. "What are you talking about, my mistress is going to turn into a what?!" "A blue moon symbolizes another blood moon"

Megan frowned at KuLaa reproachfully. “You have misunderstood. The journey this time is just for a few months. We should be back within 8 months if everything goes well. Thereafter, depending on what happens there, we will now make a move on the Blue Moon.” “Making a move on the Blue Moon? What do you mean?” Megan had thought that KuLaa and Kurt wanted to resume their adventures searching for a way out of the Eplica continent, but it seemed she was completely out of the loop. “We are going to war, Megan. Kurt and I are declaring war on Blue Moon.”

Matt said, giving her a playful smile. "So, I guess for now, we just wait until the next full moon?" Camden asked once their laughter had died down, seeking confirmation and a sense of direction. Matt's expression turned stern as he gently corrected her. "No, for now, we wait for you to get better and heal up. Then we worry about the full moon," he said firmly, determined to prioritize her well-being. Camden nodded, grateful for his steadiness and support.

Lily was so excited that she posted about it online. And right below her post, I saw William’s. His username had always been WillWaits4Moonlight. He once told me that “moonlight” refers to me and the whole username meant that meeting me was his greatest reward after enduring the hardships of life. But with Luna standing in front of me now, I finally understood. I was never his moon. She was. His latest post was a photo of him, Caleb, and Luna at a dessert shop that afternoon. "Sweet treats taste better with sweet people."

“Tristan, my sweet boy, your mother and father loved you so much. Your parents, myself, Alpha Jack, and Gamma Blake all agreed to this from the day your sister was born.” “Little moon,” I heard Braxton say softly. We all turned to him, and I saw a sweet smile spread across Luna Maria’s face. “Yes, she is our little moon, gifted from the moon goddess herself.” She reached over and grabbed Braxton’s hand while she looked deeply into his eyes, “You have a very important role to play in her life.” She then took her hand back and looked over all three of us, “All three of you have important rolls to play.”

He continued. "Why would you do that?" You asked again. "Because tonight's a full moon, it was either leave you out there to turn or bring you in here and be with you to make sure you're safe." Nate looked a little shy. "Oh, hum, thanks." You whispered. "Don't mention it, do you want to camp out here or go home?" Nate asked, he was fully prepared to camp out with you. "I'd like to stay here with you." You smile, moving closer to him.

“And that he’s waiting for something.” “For what?” Rowan doesn’t answer immediately. I feel a subtle shift inside my chest. Tension. The bond is tightening like it’s reacting to something neither of us has said out loud. “The blood moon,” he says finally. There it is. I nod once. “We knew that.” “Yes,” he says. “But he knows it too.” “He always did.” “Yes,” Rowan agrees. “But now he knows where you are. What you are. And what you’re becoming.”

But something in his expression tightened—something complicated, like recognition he wasn’t ready to admit out loud. “Again tomorrow,” he said. “Earlier. The forest shifts with the moon.” “When is the moon… bad?” He didn’t hesitate. “When Darius watches.” “And when is it good?” He looked at me. Something warm flickered between us. “When you don’t run from it.” I swallowed. “Okay,” I whispered. He stepped back. “Go home,” he said. “Rest. Eat. You’ll feel things more sharply tonight.” “That’s comforting.” “You’ll survive it.”