Cindy Moon Comics Novels & Stories

My solution is take it out of commission by killing it. See? Easy. "It's not a game," I say as calmly as possible. I don't want to fucking involve Moon and I need him to stay out of this. For that to happen he needs the bare facts. I pour myself another tumbler of liquor. "Fernandez killed Victor and tortured Cindy. This is none of your concern." "Victor was my friend," Moon replies stiffly. "Fernandez has something I want and he's willing to give it to me if I discover who has his sister and return her. He'll also throw in twenty-five women for me to do as I please."

And in the middle of it all stood Diantha Tianling. Laughing. She wore a long, silver-lined coat I hadn’t seen before—too clean for three days of Wildfold travel. A new pendant gleamed at her collar, shaped like a crescent fang embedded in sunstone. Decorative. Bold. She was giving instructions when she noticed us. Her head tilted, eyes flicking to mine. Then that smile—the kind people mistake for charm. “Ah,” she said, voice smooth and pitched just high enough for her group to hear, “the Moonbanes arrive.”

Alec I’m sitting on the edge of my bed and a million things are running through my mind because today was quite an eventful day for me, and a few hours ago, I received the confirmation that it all worked out in my favor. I glance at Carla, who’s lying on her side fast asleep, and slowly get out of bed before walking toward the window of our bedroom. The moon is merely a crescent, but I’m drawn to her already. In a few days, the Full Moon Hunt will begin. For once, I actually feel excited about it, and that’s because this year, I’ve let go of the weight that’s been burdening me for close to seven years.

The full moon rose slowly over Crescent territory, casting silver light across the thick canopy of pines. The air was sharp with the scent of woodsmoke and moss, a breath away from thunder. Beneath it all, tension hummed through the camp like the strum of a tight bowstring. Liora stood at the edge of the training ring, her hands on her hips as two Crescent warriors faced off in the circle. She wasn’t watching the sparring. Not really. Her mind was elsewhere—twisting through emotions she had no name for.

"Their actually my aunt and uncle. They took me in when I was 3. That's when my parents died." "Do you know anything about them?" "Not too much. They lived elsewhere, about a couple hours away. Their names were Felix and Sasha Moon. So I guess my last name is actually Moon, too." "Moon. That sounds familiar. So maybe your aunt and uncle are wolves too!" "Why would they hide this from me then?"

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

For a moonchild, it meant something more… For the Luna Puer wolves are at their strongest. Jennie padded quietly towards her the balcony of her room. Looking as the red moon starts to shine more. Eldric watches her, quiet and tense. It was so rare for Jennie to go back to her human form, she so rarely shift to it unless she was out for Nicole’s blood and piss.

I honestly don't want to cause unnecessary attention from the crowd. "Did she just call your name?" Cindy asked. "I think there is another girl with the name of Rhea!" I answered. "But why she is staring at you?" I dropped on sweat glistened on my forehead and I felt a frantic fear rising up inside of me. The Moon Goddess come closer to me and held my hand. I looked at her in surprise. She placed her mouth next to my ear. "Come up, dear!" At the edge of my sight, I noticed that Cindy went missing again. Deep inside, I wanted someone to steal my attention from me. Having all of the people's eyes on me is pretty damn awkward. I adamantly ignored their scornful look and asked the Moon Goddess.

She didn’t know about that. “She…” Her mother’s breath hitched, “she tied him to the moon. Just him though. He won’t be able to roam the earth as a human for two weeks straight. He would be trapped in his wolf form, with no hold on his humanity, for every first two weeks of the month” A breath of relief left Shirley in a rush. Relief that at least he was not without his suffering. Werewolves took pride in their strength as wolves. Not being able to access and control that form when they wanted had to be a nightmare, innit?