Charcoal Moon の小説・ストーリー

I was standing near the parking lot after having lunch with my friends. Suddenly an enchanting scent hit my nostrils. It was a fusion of jasmine, rose, and honey. The smell of my mate. My wolf was excited as well. I followed the scent towards a tree. She was sitting there reading a book. She was munching a chocolate bar and smiling while reading the book. I felt both excited and angry. Excited about getting her as my mate and angry for me being an asshole. She will never forget the things that I did to her.

She swung her blade. The tree split into two. It was wondrous midnight for Karla Allen. Just recently she discovered that every night she can use the blade of the moon, which is finely crafted and reputedly magical. The leader of the coven, whose name was Mr.Hawking, told her that the sword was made from the minerals found in the moon mountain. And exactly today, we are going to moon mountain to visit Luna.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

I ask, voice raw. Vastian’s gaze hardens. “No,” he says. “Claiming you—if you choose us—will fully bind you to us as our mate, but the curse won’t lift under this moon.” “Then when?” His eyes flick skyward, toward where the sun already bows its head behind the trees. “Under the Milk Moon.” I frown. The name is foreign and familiar all at once. “What is that?” He smiles faintly. “It’s a moon that comes only once each year. Brighter than any other. It didn’t make sense before—before the veil between our realm and yours thinned. But after the curse… we understood.”

"It's just sad I haven't found him yet, what if he doesn't like me when we finally meet?" "Tomorrow is the full moon. Pray to the moon goddess, she will grant your heart desires." Charlotte carried her bags and moved towards the bedroom. "Who knows? You might find him on this full moon. Be hopeful and patient." "Thank you." Avara smiled. "And I'm really sorry about my behaviour." "It's fine." Charlotte's voice receded with distance as she walked to the bedroom. "I'm sorry too. I guess I will have to make another list."

When Nathalia dared to ask the question, her eyes widened in shock. "Is she?" she enquired of the Moon Goddess. "Yes, my dear child, you are going through what is known as "the rebirth," which is a circle of a ready wolf. Very few wolves go through this, and any that do are unquestionably great wolves who are developing grace. Few wolves have survived the kind of trauma you have endured, and if you had lost your wolf, you would have experienced the same anguish as when your kidnappers held you captive. However, since you survived, she will fully return.

“Look at this! A candle that smells like thunderstorms. I don’t even know what that means, but I want it.” Celeste chuckled, real and light. They reached the tables with handmade charms and jewelry—sun catchers and pressed flower pendants, wire-wrapped crystals and rings shaped like leaves and vines. It was delicate work, humble and full of care. Celeste drifted toward the edge of the display, her gaze catching on something small and silver. It was a charm. A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars.

Its dark red contents sparkled with unnatural luminescence. I accepted the glass, remembering our late-night scheming. “Speaking of outdoing ourselves, remember when you nearly got caught by that witch patrol while sneaking in fabric samples?” Kane snorted, his usual serious expression cracking. “Worth it. Though next time we plan secret ceremonies, maybe we skip the full moon timing. Do you know how hard it is to be stealthy when everyone's senses are heightened?” “At least the witches bought your excuse about collecting moon flowers.” I smirked at the memory of Kane stammering through an explanation while holding yards of enchanted silk behind his back.

The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Slowly the night creped in covering the surroundings of Queen Anne Hill. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. She grabbed her torn clothes tightly around her body and made a run to save her life and dignity.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak