Conjure One Tears From The Moon Novels & Stories

His tall figure cut through the air like a blade, and his voice carried easily as he grabbed the mic. “We all know this is what you came for,” Jayson said, smirking slightly. His eyes swept across the crowd like he was already picking out winners and losers. “Tonight’s game is simple: one Alpha, one skilled hunter, and one… let's just say, underdog.” There were a few scattered laughs and a lot of tense silence. I couldn’t tell if Jayson was trying to be clever or if there was something else behind his words. “The moon above us tonight is no ordinary moon,” he went on, his tone darker now. “It’s the Blood Moon. And under its light, the forest changes. The shadows twist. And the prey... is unl

“Every day, I will prove it. No excuses, no regrets. Just… love. Always love.” As night fell, a soft silver haze blanketed the garden. The moon rose, its light stronger than the stars, casting pale shadows across the fountains and walkways. Aria paused, sensing the familiar presence of the Moon Goddess. She lifted her eyes to the moonlit sky, feeling the whisper of energy threading through the night.

I let them flow, twisting into something new, deadly, and beautiful. I take several slow steps forward to meet the rogue before speeding up and bouncing off the tips of my claws, sailing over its head, shifting in mid flight and stretching my human fingers toward the moon at the center of the orrery. The rogue snarls, its jaws nearly snapping closed around my ankle, but it misses. I scream in determination, stretching my fingers, hurtling through the air so swiftly that the ground beneath me blurs. The second my fingers brush the decaying, chipping surface of the moon, light erupts in sprays of silver and violet, and I’m swept away.

Her white dress never seemed to be dirty and spotless and was being danced by the wind just like Her black shining long hair that was like the night sky. "When I first set foot on this earth, I caressed the fur of my first child, nurtured and gave his other half, my child from the wolf. And in this last step, I brought with me a gift of my joy for yours," Selene spoke divinely before seeming to pick a light that came from the blue moon. "As clean as my garment; as pure as my light, my dearest children, thy mother gives, Her blue moon's light." With both Her palms, She crushed the plucked orb of blue light from Her moon. Becoming as fine as dust, She blew out the crushed light and let it land

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

Keondra's hands tightened in fists. How dare him!? Is the moon goddess punishing her? Because it felt like a punishment. Keondra looked up at the moon, it was a full moon. She suddenly felt like choking as she fell to the grass on one knee. Her hands quickly went to her throat as her eyes suddenly turned white, never leaving the moon. Red like tears dripped from her white eyes down her face. Her body starts to stir with an ancient, primal energy, as if the lunar cycle is awakening a deep-seated power that has long been dormant.

Joy blinked back tears as she lifted her gaze to the man holding out his hand for her to return his phone. “I want my friend back.” Sincerity shone in his eyes. “That was recorded a few weeks ago. That’s the Moon I know.” He glanced away, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. He held her gaze once more but she saw tears shimmer in his eyes. “I need him to be fixed.” “I’m going to do whatever it takes,” Joy swore. * * * * * Moon snarled, rage a living thing inside his body. He couldn’t think and nothing made sense. Pain, anger, and the urge to explode was all he knew. He threw back his head and howled. He wanted something. No. Someone. A female.

Gennady asked. “The moon wants this,” Alpha Ares pointed to the well which was full of white moon light. It was glowing intensely. “We cannot question the will of moon,” Alpha Ares said. “Can you ask at least?” Gennady said. “I can’t…at least not now,” Alpha said as he looked at Maverick, his face showing sadness watching Maverick suffer in his dreams. “Let’s go…We’ve got a pack to run,” Alpha said. “But…” “Enough! , move now,” Alpha said with finality, Gennady sensing defeat didn’t press the issue and both men left the dungeon.

“Interesting.” “Interesting?” I echoed. “That's all you've got?” Her lips quirked. The closest thing to a smile I'd ever seen from her. “Supernatural dynamics are complex, Aria. What seems like a potential disaster could be a precise magical alignment waiting to happen.” She walked to the center of the concrete space, gesturing for me to follow. “Moon magic,” Elara began, “isn't learned. It's remembered. Awakened.” Her hands started moving. Intricate patterns that seemed to cut through the air itself. Energy crackled—thin blue lines of power that danced between her fingers like living electricity.

“That’s a battle scar! Honey, to be able to drag a cheating Alpha through the mud in front of the entire world like that? I wasn’t that bold even in my youth.” She turned and looked at me seriously. “Lyra told me you have a nose that can smell the soul of a plant. More importantly, you have a heart that can keep a clear head through the worst kind of pain.” She took out an exquisite crystal vial containing a silvery liquid. “This is my unfinished work, ‘Moon’s Tear.’ It requires a special catalyst—an emotion born from the severing of a bond, one of heart-wrenching pain, followed by a rebirth.”