C Moon Novels & Stories

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

said Damon nervously . " Damon you know I read it somewhere there is a famous saying that three things shie before the world and these three things can't be hidden for long , the sun , the moon , the truth ." answered back Cynthia . " And in our case nor can the moon hide for neither the truth .It's our destiny and we need it to face .What's coming will always come all we can do is , learn ...learn how to face it ." said Cynthia as she stood up when the moon has finally risen and was completely visible .

Catherine’s POV: I blinked, staring closely at the crescent moon tattoo that was showing just on the middle of my back. It was large, covering up to my lower back but not any farther than that. “What does it mean?” I asked curiously. I looked at the details of the crescent moon more carefully this time, scrolling over the photos on his phone as I lifted it nearer to my face. “Hmm... Traditionally, the half-moon symbolizes the strength and power of a true Luna.” He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words.

deep and husky as the waves of our consciences collide together, "But the same soul. The same face. The same name." "Iphigenia." She nods, "We are all but phases on the Moon....but she is the moon. Let me show you my phase, Amella… Turn the clock back to when my phase reigned. The crescent hangs low in the sky-a blood red moon. The belt of Orion hangs between the points, connecting the ends of the moon to what almost looks like a full circle.

He looked remarkably healthy for someone living in a pocket dimension, his violet eyes wide with the sort of academic fervor that usually meant he had discovered a new law of physics to break. ​You called? Leo asked, skidding to a halt on the salt-dusted stone. I was just calculating the refractive index of the new moon we’ve created. It is fascinating, really. Since we are technically folded into the shadow of the mountain, the lunar cycle is purely a manifestation of our collective memory. If we all think about a full moon, the sky actually brightens. It is the ultimate democratic— ​Leo, Winnie feels something, Cassian interrupted, his tone cutting through Leo’s excitement. Static at the e

Luna's gaze turned towards the sacred tree, its branches reaching towards the moon, a symbol of the pack's resilience and interconnectedness. The moon, a constant companion in Luna's life, cast its silvery glow on the clearing. It had witnessed her moments of doubt, her moments of strength, and every step she took as the Alpha of Nampa. Luna felt a profound connection to the celestial body, a silent acknowledgement of the cosmic forces that had guided her.

Third person POV The clearing opens up in front of them like somebody took a giant bite out of the forest. Must be half a mile across. Perfectly round. Grass is short and dead brown. Nothing grows here except some twisted trees around the edges. And in the middle sits the Moon Well. Kael can see it from here. Big stone circle maybe twenty feet across. Ancient looking. Covered in those same twisty symbols that mark Elara's skin. Even from this distance the thing gives off power. Makes the air taste like metal and old rain.

The Moon’s Unbroken Oath The night air quivered with an unusual blend of tension and purity, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Luna found herself at the heart of the clearing, the moon positioned high above her—full, radiant, and almost painfully vibrant. Its silvery glow enveloped her shoulders like a cloak, gentle yet authoritative, as though the heavens had at last chosen to communicate through her. Her heartbeat decelerated. Not out of fear… but due to destiny.

I nodded my head again only to correct myself and whisper a soft, “yes.” “Good little bunny.” His hand rubbed the top of my head, making me smile brightly as his teeth glistened in the red sun. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the moon that hung on the opposite side of the sky. “Selene is who you saw. She is the Moon Goddess, that is why she has a moon crescent on her forehead.” My eyes trailed to the blue moon, cocking my head to the side in wonder.

I turned to the second page and continued reading aloud: CHAPTER ONE - HISTORY OF THE MOON The history of the gods and goddesses of the moon spans various cultures and mythologies. Selene (Greek Mythology): Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon, often depicted as a beautiful woman with a crescent moon on her head, riding a chariot across the night sky. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and the sister of Helios (the sun god) and Eos (the dawn goddess). Selene had many romantic liaisons, the most famous being her love for the mortal shepherd Endymion, whom she put into an eternal sleep to keep him forever youthful.