Conjure One Tears From The Moon Novels & Stories

His hidden pain. And they felt me. My loneliness. My hope. My love for these two males. "By the Moon," Kael breathed. The altar shuddered. Cracks appeared in the black stone. But not breaking cracks. Opening cracks. Light poured out. Silver and pure and ancient. The altar split along perfect lines. Like a flower blooming. Inside was liquid silver. Moonlight made it real. "Luna's tears," Ronan whispered. The most sacred substance. Gift of the Moon Goddess.

He was still devastatingly handsome in the moonlight. "My love, I have a special surprise for you." He walked toward me and slowly opened the box. Inside lay a gem the size of a dove's egg, glowing with a soft, silvery light. It was perfectly clear, yet seemed to shimmer with a mysterious power. "The Tear of the Moon," he said, his voice laced with pride. "A legendary jewel said to hold immense healing power. It took me three whole months to secure it from an ancient family in Northern Europe."

Her throat burned with the effort of holding back a sob, the silence pushing in on the young woman. The moon princess tried to fight against it, but she's all too aware that when the tears come, there's nothing she could do to stop them. A shudder wracked her entire body as wetness spilt down her cheeks. Every sound felt like it's been pulled from deep in her lungs, raw and strangled and pained. These weren’t soft, melancholy tears or tears of frustration—these are the worst kinds of tears. The moon princess exhaled loudly, blinking against the sun filtering in the room. She suddenly remembered that Lukas said he was going to meet Hades in the Underworld. Her hand immediately flew towards he

A woman in silver robes—Elyra—chanting. Kairen stepping through a tear in the world, grinning. And above it all, the Moon cracking wider. "Soon," the Goddess whispered. Luna stood. Her legs barely held her. "I need time," she said. "You have what you have," the Moon replied. "Use it." Luna walked out of the Temple. Orion was waiting at the Grove's edge, as promised. He took one look at her face and pulled her into his arms. She did not cry.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

Heat prickled at my skin, not burning, but pressing, insistent, like the land itself was waiting for me to speak. Siora placed a small bowl in my hands, carved from bone, filled with water that reflected the moon above. “Kneel.” I obeyed, the damp moss soaking through my trousers. My reflection stared back at me from the bowl eyes wide, uncertain, silver flecks swimming in the dark of my irises that hadn’t been there before. “Close your eyes,” she said softly. “The Moon borne draw not from force, but from stillness. You are not a soldier in this. You are a vessel.”

My brows furrowed. “The potion has been tested and proven to cure all kinds of illnesses known in the Lycan world. Even Wolf dissonance, cutting mate bonds, and removing mate marks.” I gasped and turned to Rowan, who donned a reassuring smile. “This is the surprise, Dee.” My eyes widened to their very limits. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…moon goddess tears.” “This is your chance to get rid of Derrick’s mark for good,” he said, clasping my hand between his.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

“Flowers and trees grow from the earth. Water runs along the streams and forms waves in the sea. May you return to the moon and shine your blessing over us. “ Everyone bows their head in respect and drops their flower to the floor. The moon expands and the flowers along with the bodies of Lone Stone pack all sunk underground. Fireflies erupt from the forest and move in a circular motion. Hundreds of them. Flying towards the moon as their bright light fills the dark of the night. A couple swirls around the pack and gathers in front of us. Taking the form of a woman. Her hands grab at the earth, every tear from her eye falls leaving a patch of roses, just then she stands looking up and her eye

They’d talked through everything—everything The night of the Blood Moon Festival had been chaos cloaked in celebration. Colton remembered drinking from the chalice like everyone else had, and then the next thing he knew they had found each other but his stomach felt like it was turning in on itself. He hadn’t known someone had tampered with them. He’d felt off almost immediately—his senses dulled, thoughts clouded, and then… nothing. Just flashes. Trees. Stars. Her body. Her scent. Heat and hunger. And then darkness.